Arc of Spring Fire

Rainbow crowning dusk

Gold falls on evergreen tops

Arc burns like spring fire

Glory paints east horizon

Gazers in open-mouthed awe

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Bedelia’s Bridge (6-Sentence Story)

Prompt:  BRIDGE

This is perhaps Chapter 2, continuing the story of Bedelia’s circled life, found here, if you’re interested.


The fall leaves were no longer…winter’s frigid winds had blown them to another kingdom beyond Bedelia’s world.

Spring took stage, a slow ballet of warming breezes, cherry blossoms, sky’s cloudless blue perfection.

Bedelia said a prayer for courage to tamp down her agoraphobia, donned tattered mauve sweater, and ventured out her bolted door.

Nearby was a woodsy area, fragrant with greening undergrowth and an old bridge.

The bridge was faded gray planks which accepted footsteps without uttered offense, soft and gently ‘neath Bedelia’s feet.

Not much of a bridge, it was more a pallet lying on the ground, extending six feet and stopping at a cliff wall—like Bedelia, the bridge didn’t go anywhere…she turned and walked back over it, returning home.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.


Wordless Wednesday

Photo inspired by, and used with permission from the talented author of the blog link to her Wordless Wednesday post is above…do visit, and enjoy her fabulous photo posts!

Eyes downcast, wary

Old couple huddle watching

Fretful world a-spin

This isn’t Spring, they whisper

But together, we’ll come through

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Winter Wind Chimes

Winter wind chimes woo

Faith’s melody, hope of spring

Hold fast, patient souls

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Wind Chimes Photo: Rhen’s living room