http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamuelHaven The original writings of author Samuel E. Haven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973814 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ThingsI remembered as a child …Like autumn leaves ‘crossempty streets …All those scattered browns and greens Flutteringalong the wind-swept trees. …Like winter skies Sosmooth and grey …Cloudsforming different shapes Asthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1355371/ Itis getting dark. Our thoughts have wandered in and out for hours, until thetwilight sun recedes underneath the gnarled branches of Sycamore trees. Lighttrickles down onto the porch where we sit. Shadows form smooth contours aroundus. There is a long silence, and a quiet seems to settle dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1355011/ Another canticleof thoughts…  We layupon broken, brittle leavesDirt assoft as snowflake mounds.A floorof grass, of sawdust ground,Inside ahushed and solemn breeze.We floataimlessly, around,Nosounds surround our ears,Nocrowds of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1354437/ The scent of perfumeIn the little roomWhere the little girl stares.The splendid airOf her ghostly presence lingersA tinge red, stainedReminiscent of oblivion.Flowers arrayed around empty gravesOnly pure isThe sky outside,Serene, through misty glassWhileTwo blackbirds watchwith ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1354432/ Flurriesof auburn, orange and goldSweptalong sidewalks.Scatteredacross lawns and rooftops.Stillcasually dripping from an early morning rain.Autumnis a shedding of what once was new.Aharvest of life, a going to sleep.Only towake again, renewed earthIn spring... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1354428/   A shallow heart may wither, Into the valleys of unremembered days. I watch as they, cascade along forgotten ways, Though long the paths may stretch across Diamond sands, and granite skies. I cry for remembrance among deserted planes, Of flagrant whispers and blatant lies. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1354426/   Standing here at the edge of the worldBlue horizon all aroundAll there isThe sound of water gently brushingagainstCretaceous sand and jagged rock.The air is tingedWith faintly effervescent mistWhich encompasses, accumulatesEverything the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1354215/ Intothe forest ...                 …Where the silent things lie            And sing little songs.        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1354095/ We lie apartThough so close together.Two bitter heartsLike stormy weather.--Fleeting whispers amid the darknessLike softly blowing winds.Tepid shallow words like little breaths.As the night slowly ends. --I sit alone, midst an ocean of bed-sheetsWishing secretly that you would st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1351190/ We lay under the stars,and think what our lives would beif among the multitude two heartswould pass within infinity.And as they passtheir eyes will meetlike a flasha rush of heat.What would come to beif our lives went on the waythey once had been,and I never saw you again.Among infinity.We sit here .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1350909/   Samuel lifted the axe above his head and let it drop, crashing upon the small chunk of wood he had positioned on the chopping block. The wood splintered in two pieces and fell to the ground as the axe sliced through it. Samuel pried the axe from the tree stump, leaned over and grabbed another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1350908/ A story of Love lost, grief, and promise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamuelHaven/1350907/