SMALL SKELETONS

  We sat silent And content With eyes Still full of sleep Waiting for the bus The sky was still dark Like it usually is Because school Starts way too early And we listened As the wind Kicked up the leaves Newly crisp and dead From Fall’s bully breath They sounded Like skeletons Dancing On concrete Sidewalks And…

ALIVE

ALIVE Written by Rachel E Bledsoe Blogger at: The Misfits of a Mountain Mama I can breathe. The early morning hours announce, “It is time.” Writers, the real ones I know, keep strange bedfellows with those fleeting hours before dawn. I am no different. The clock says 1:34 a.m. and I lay there trying to…