Yum. So fun to eat. That last line, such great advice about living well.
An unexpected dusting of snow arrived yesterday afternoon. By the end of the day, two poems had also drifted in.with the new snowthe headstonesin the county cemeterydonnedtheir stocking capsenough flakes fellto cover the fallen leaves --beneatha half-moonthe forest path gleams
Steve, these are snow-capped gems. May I use the second one for my gallery, Autumn's Palette? I'm working on the gallery this weekend. Do you have a photo that could accompany this from your area in Iowa (Is that the right state?)
Carol, Thank you so much for thinking to include this! I sent something to you via Twitter DM. Not sure what needs to be done, but please let me know if there are other things that need to happen.Best regards,steve
Got your digital composition, Steve. Thanks so much.
Mary Lee, growing up in an Italian household, pomegranates were the holiday staple. Your last line is exactly what we did as children.
Mary Lee- I love this (even though I don't like pomegranates because they are slow and messy! I love the idea of the "original slow foold" and also that last line. Big life truth. It feels like you have a theme/book in the making. Steve- Glad you got a little snow. I love the image of the gravestones donning snowcaps. And I can picture you walking in the forest. Although I didn't know there were forest in Iowa- I thought there were just cornfields.Here's mine for today. I can't get away from the idea that I need a title. Think I don't trust my words enough."Life Lesson"yesterday's pristine driftsyield today's icy sidewalksrejoice in bitter and sweet(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015
Carol, bitter & sweet memories contrasting nature's sightings-great! If you would like to place this one in Autumn's Palette Gallery, I need a digital composition for the piece. Thanks, Carol.
Ouch. I"m hoping you experienced that icy sidewalk vertically, not horizontally! Love the way you used that moment to show how the bitter and the sweet are so connected!And, yes, most of Iowa is filled with cornfields. My home, though, is hilly. Seems the last batch of glaciers missed us, so the land had 100,000 years of so to erode. Lots of hills, lots of forest, and some corn on the flat tops of the hills.