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.