It was a relatively young tree, no more than thirty or fifty years old. But trees have long memories. On a cool autumn day, memories drop like falling leaves, and this tree saw the young couple sitting on the bench and remembered.
HAPPY EASTER from Wallie’s Wentletrap–it’s a day of celebration, mystery, and hope!
Between Sea and Sky (330 Words)
When the water rises you begin to see things you never knew were there. The deep green of a wide ocean is the window of world apart, filled with life, wonder, and peril. And there is a special grace in the ships that carry us between, in a sail set like a bird’s wing to the wind. Below the water as above it, the unique being of a ship is irresistible.
There are stories of creatures caught in a ship’s wake, drawn to them by that siren song in creaking timber and strained rope. I saw such a one myself.
Wallie and I thought we had this blog thing under control until we hit the Daily Post Prompt “Funnel.” On a ten o’ clock morning that feels like 2 above freezing, we decided that, while we have not quite reversed our affection for the cold, we have funnelized it.
To the Winter Cold
My love for you was wide at top
I never thought that it would stop;
It hasn’t stopped, but more refined
Is much more narrow in my mind.