Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on yourblog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 18th September and link back to her post (link here) with a pingback to be included in the round-up.
There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a barren landscape against the shadows of distant hills. Bare branches reach towards each other, framing the scene, while shafts of light stream through a golden window in the dark, cloudy skies.
The Old Man positioned himself comfortably, shoving the cat off his knee.
He parted the clouds and looked beneath to see what had to be done.
Arms poised, he began to play.
The threads of light hung from the evening sky, each one a string of his seasoned harp, vibrating with the wind.
As he coaxed the haunting melody from the heavens, the Earth below glowed with activity.
The parched fields lost their barrenness as trees shed their leaves to offer nourishment to the soil during the forthcoming colder months. Those same leaves and cavities in the trees offered safe haven for small animals to nest and store supplies until Spring.
Dry waterways began to fill when the gentlest rains fell, rinsing away Summer’s heated residue, leaving lakes and rivers brimming with promise and the beginnings of new life.
Under cover of darkness, The Old Man replenished his charges with what many call Autumn.