October

The Sound of Splintering

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“One crack in the silence can change the rhythm of everything.”

The forest did not fall all at once. It whispered first, dry branches rattling like bones against each other, before a single splinter cut through the air. The pause between splinter and collapse was long enough to hold an entire world of wonder, what direction, what cost, what unknown was about to unfold.

When the fall came, it thundered against the earth, stirring the geese from the shoreline. Their wings beat heavy against the fog as if carrying a message, move, shift, find new ground before the next branch decides.

Even the lake absorbed the sound, sending rings of movement outward, carrying the echo into places unseen. It was not destruction. It was instruction. A reminder that endings are also beginnings, and that the weight of silence is never empty, it is waiting for its next note.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


Tomorrow, the echo will return in another form, one carried on wings.

Echoes in the Stillness

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 “Stillness carries echoes louder than any storm.”

Branches bow then break unseen,

a gust decides what might have been.

Shadows move where no one stands,

truth rests quiet in shifting lands.

Water shares its reflection all around,

and time is nowhere to be found.

Perception leads the way while emotions

dance and sway. 

Wonder is everywhere within reach,

and wings leave fragments guiding peace.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


By tomorrow, the stillness will no longer wait—it will press closer.

When the Silence Cracks

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

 “Even in the stillness, the storm learns to whisper its secrets through the trees.

The cove held its breath, a canvas washed in muted tones of gray and gold. Every ripple on the lake mirrored the sky’s hesitation, as if water and air had made a silent pact not to disturb what was shifting beneath.

Then came the sound, sharp, brittle, alive. The crack of wood surrendering after months of summer dryness. A tree gave way, carving its own path with no regard for what it might strike. The silence before and after was as loud as the fall itself.

Somewhere between the rush of the wind and the echo of impact, time stretched thin. It was no longer about a tree, or even the danger of where it landed. It was about the reminder that nothing stands forever untouched. Even what feels steady can be remade in a single breath of change.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-


Tomorrow, silence will shift again, not by breaking, but by carrying a voice that does not belong to the wind.