Friday, November 18, 2011

I Hear Dead Things

Morning is still sleeping, but I cannot.  I seem to be getting up before the sun regularly on these shorter than short days.  The full moon peeks behind high clouds and then ducks back taking the gaunt moving shadows with it.  I sit in a silent room sensing the quiet cold that has settled outside as I tuck the throw more tightly around my legs.  A simple sound could carry a mile on the thin crisp air out there.  Even the few lights on the river seem to twinkle so quietly, almost fearfully, with a silver white glow.

Suddenly, the house seems to take a quick and deep intake of breath as if bracing itself, and I hear the rattle of twigs and leaves beside windows, scraping across the porch, and clacking across the roof.  Just like boney fingers with long nails they tap as if testing to get in, reminding me they are spinning out there, in the waiting cold, flying against and over the house, scratching and biting their way through the woods, clattering and spinning chaotically.

Once the sun is up, they become nothing more than dancing debris, but now  in the dark they are dead things that move.


(I know...compared to the prior post...I am a little bi-polar.)

15 comments:

SueAnn said...

With the winds they way they have been...it's no wonder you are hearing dead things!! Ha!!
Nice photo!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Granny Annie said...

Me too. Dead thing trying to come in every door and tapping on every window. Plus some of these ghosts have strange voices.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. but how cool to listen to them...kinda freaky if you are in said woods alone with them moving around but....

Beverly said...

the dead leaves and limbs know on my window, but, I think, oh no, someone is coming in!!! I am such a scary cat...

Mage said...

You sound normal to me.

Jenny Woolf said...

Creepy! Shiver! and the photograph is very creepy and eerie too.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Love it - I am up at the same time.

Judy (kenju) said...

That's a wonderful photo!!

chris said...

beautiful photo. i love the feel of this post.

Dave King said...

I know that quick intake of breath of the house bracing itself. This is splendid writing - and the image is divine!

grandelights said...

I like the contrast between this post and the last. They are both beautiful

Robert Sobczak said...

That is a spooky sound ... our imaginations can really run wild, too.

Pauline said...

Love the idea of dead things moving outside in the cold dark. Reminds me of Laura Ingalls Wilder's description of the wind that cried because it could not come in by the fire...

Dave said...

Mmmm, maybe just a bit? Imagination can do wonders Tabor - Dave

Bagman and Butler said...

Fabulous prose poem. Your verbal imagery grabs and won't let go.