Tiny Christmas Tree

This little tree, decorated so elegantly, caught my eye at Piggly Wiggly in Cedar Grove the other day.  It is a Norfolk Island PIne, from Costa Farms in Florida.

The colorful plate was a gift from Karl awhile ago.  He found it at KMart in Sheboygan, which closed this year.  A new building for another company is being built on the same lot now.  The pretty placemat is from Bethesda Thrift Store in Sheboygan, a set of four I found last Saturday.

Photo by Karl today.

Reflections – Two Short Poems

reading old letters

reflections of Christmas lights

on the water

S  ilence
E  nlivens
A  nd
S olitude
O  pens
N  ew thoughts

“Reading old letters” is a new poem. The acrostic for “Season” was previously published on this blog (March 19, 2010).  Christmas cactus photo by Karl. 

The acrostic poems are some of the most viewed posts here. People of all ages enjoy them! 

Pheasants In The Fields

The countryside is a mix of interesting colors.  Brown fields with some corn still being harvested.  Trees with all their leaves fallen but still with golden apples.  I’m thinking that might be a metaphor for creativity in older age. Much past, much yet to give, much returns in new ways.

When we’ve known the seasons in the same place for a long time–wherever we are and however they change for us–there’s a comfort in the yearly cycle.

mild December day
pheasants in the fields
apples still on some trees
poems to write
many books yet to read

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December ~ painting by Eric Sloane ~ and three poems

Painting by Eric Sloane.

Three December Poems

cold country night
two deer in the front yard
graze in starlight

Christmas CDs
playing with the volume low
in the fields
the beauty of harvested
corn in snow

Food Pantry collections
warm greetings
and offers of help with groceries
old-fashioned kindness
warms our hearts

* * *

The painting is courtesy of Dover Publications.

Light Along The Horizon

I’m musing about Christmas and all the ways Light shines through darkness. 

Some of my memories, over decades, when I could offer light and when I was given light:

Teaching a child to read who had given up hope.  Reading to someone in a nursing home.  Writing a poem that uplifts someone.  Saying “no hurry” to someone working in a store and feeling so pressured. Creating new memories with my mother in her last illness. 

Receiving words of encouragement.  Someone at the grocery store insisting upon helping me, having seen fatigue on my face that day.  Reading a favorite book. Looking at art from friends. The wonderful blogs I read each week. Someone understanding.  God’s love.

wall of clouds
at sunrise

light along the horizon
shines and shines

on ripples of water

Christmas memories
created anew
each year

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