Time for Prosery ~ Not Poetry in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Kim hosts and presents us with the challenge of using this line "not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow" from Robert Frost's poem My November Guest.
Not today, not yesterday, I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow, as a child growing up in small town USA. We were three sisters in a modest home, rich in all but money. Four seasons shaped our world, snow forts and sleds, willow swings, barefoot summers, crisp leaves and laughter, lilac breezes in spring.
Nearby, grandparents' hands worked the land. Rows of corn, jars of ruby jam, hams cured in their smokehouse. Our mother sewed dresses from feed sacks, her needle singing love into every stitch. We knew joy without knowing want.
Now as November settles soft and gray around me, I walk memory's lane, each season, each face, each echo of laughter still warm against the chill. I give thanks for the wealth of simple, boundless love.
What a sweet photograph, Helen, and a lovely nostalgic Prosery piece. I am the oldest of three sisters, so your memories resonate with me, only I grew up in South London and had no experience of the countryside. However, we did grow up close to our grandparents.
ReplyDeleteThis is one story... and remembering those days of old helps us accept today... maybe though we gloss the hard times a little bit :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Helen, and I feel the same way, looking back at those innocent times. So poignant.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can sink right into this. Just beautiful - kind of reflects my own writing to this prompt! We thank alike. :)
ReplyDeleteWarm, comforting memories to blanket you in the chill of winter. Lovely prose, Helen.
ReplyDeleteSimple boundless love is precious...a treasure and true wealth. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful warm atmosphere you painted I love it and what a cute photo
ReplyDeleteYou certainly convey the warmth of a loving home, contrasted with the sometimes bleak days of November. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is so gorgeous, Helen, and heartwarming to read! 💖. And I love the photo! I wonder which cheeky face is yours? I'm guessing the one on the right? 🙂
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