The noose becomes our muse~ Flash fiction

When prayers and wishes skip town--and all that is left is music and trees, we rake the leaves into piles. Then, we watch them spin out of control. We do cartwheels at this one great changing time. We dance hosannas into the light. This light can fill hats, and other accessories with the panache' shared with chickadees and sparrows. This light becomes pared down with the possibility of a recipe for Pelican punch. The lake at Manatou Wabing holds its own chilled beauty. When untouched, yellow weeds and warblers move to warm abandoned eyes. As barns and drift wood catch fire, there appears to be another Eureka moment! So this is how the eyes turn to be welcomed, with simply one tender elegy.