Early Thanksgiving
Trudging through fallen leaves, we rounded the corner and there they were. Cherries. Or something that looked like cherries.
The tree was hung with them. So full.
And all we could do was stand still, in the cool air, on a grey day, and stare.
The Thanksgiving Tree, in soft pastels, by L.L. Barkat
Labels: art pilgrimage, Fall, gratitude, Thanksgiving
posted by L.L. Barkat at
8:00 AM
5 Comments:
Loved that you incorporated "Trudging" into this love note! You rock!
This is one of my favorites from you - beautiful...
Lovely, as all your words here are.
And as Doug says, "Trudging" is so unexpected a word it delights. And makes "and stare" the only possible response to the gift in your path.
Your Thanksgiving tree is decorated well with your words.
'the tree was hung with them. so full'
yes. pictures the spirit!
I really love this site.
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