Snow falls

I stand on the ridge
Observing the village below
The smell of snow lingering on the breeze
In the distance, the sky turns grey
The impending threat of a squall

Soon, the valley will become serene
Like a painting, glittering with diamonds
As the first snow of the season
Gently falls from the heavens
Each snowflake unique

The undisturbed beauty,
Of the flawless landscape
As the ground is slowly blanketed
By the snowfall
All noise, muted

The view, indescribably enchanting
As the moon begins to rise
On the fresh snow
The glow, illuminating the earth
A glimmering iridescence 

And I continue my watch
Like a silent guardian

© Kristen Ricketts

Cracked Mirror

An ageless beauty
Staring into a cracked mirror
Every day a reminder of a youth gone by
The lines etched into her skin
Battle scars of a life lived
Memories surround
The only reminders of what could’ve been
Had one choice been different
But, alas
The past can’t be manipulated
Repercussions left as a remnant
One piece of a broken heart
Of the woman who stares back

© Kristen Ricketts

Haunted Melody

The percussive sounds steamed though the speakers
The haunting melody taking me back
Back to a time that was not easily remembered
Characterized by pain and sorrow
It had taken a long time to forget
But now the memories streamed forth with such fervor
A remembrance of which could be my downfall
I struggle against them
Determined not to let myself be taken back
To the void

 

©Kristen Ricketts

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/percussive/

The Edge of Forever

Standing on the edge
The rocks below jutting out into the murky water
The smell of the salt water permeating my senses
Wind carries the cool mist well above the water
Coming to rest against my skin like a gentle caress
Not knowing what the future holds, I gaze out at the endless ocean
A cascade of waves and dreams that will never come to fruition
Standing at the edge of forever, I ponder what will come
Where will this life take me
I fall

© Kristen Ricketts

Struggle

A state of endless darkness
Every day a constant struggle against the inky black
Light always just out of reach
Teetering on the edge
So close that you can feel yourself falling
The unknown calls relentlessly
Giving in to an end
To free yourself from all the pain and self doubt

 

©Kristen Ricketts

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/black/

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