http://slow.writerscafe.org/mlundstedt The original writings of author mlundstedt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Darkness came on quickly.The path was not well-tread.A whisper stopped my progress,And filled my heart with dread.I had taken a familiar road,The one that led to home,When Nature changed my course,To a path where shadows roam.Then Fall’s cold breath rushed byAnd rustled leaves ahead.And that w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1495215/ She played under the magnoliaOn a thousand petals it cast down;And she was a little princessWith bouncing curls for a crown.Or had we fallen under a spellOf a charming springtime fairy,Who had found her favorite treeIn that urban sanctuary?It made no difference to us--Loyal subjects or just entrance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1495168/ In twilight, tears catchDying light--Rolling, falling,Into the night.A day’s regrets,And lingering pain,Will make it hardTo sleep again.In moonlight, thoughts playIn the mind--Spinning, rushing,In dark design.Jumbled plans,And silent screams,Comprise your night’sMost fevered dreams.In da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1495106/ I find you in all kinds of places,Cozy, little, hiding spaces.Cornered with your little schemes--Mischief (one of many themes).Huddled just behind the door--And only you can say what for.Under beds, half awake--Giggling on a daydream break.Crouched inside your quiet nook--Lost in pages of a book.Eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494816/ Tall prairie grass whispersto gentle wind, its friend,“Running Deer was here.She ran until the end.”“I know,” sighs wind,“I blew across her brow.I tangled up her hair.I sense her absence now.”Black earth hears thisand cannot help but say,“She was light and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494813/ So, I married the Swedish exchange student. While in high school. LOL AND we are together 20 years later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494808/ She found a place in Autumn’s hallTo dance among the leaves,To pirouette in fading light,And trump what Grace achieves.Her variation went unseen,By all but Nature’s eyes;Yet still she moved adagioTo Autumn’s windy cries.Her toes were soft on dying grass;She warmed up Autumn’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494806/ More blue than gray,in Nordic light,reflected off the snow.And far away inHeady thoughtsWhere only dreamers go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494803/ Villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494799/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494789/ Stop a yellow bullet with your bare hand.Fire it again, and ride it through this land.Journey up the hill, natives call the Mount.Pass the obelisk and the sparkling fount.Near the hub, where the weary will arrive,the minutes left for you are under five.Turn to face the way of pale, fading light.Find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494788/ Villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494786/ Villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mlundstedt/1494780/