This week’s Friday Fiction Prompt is this tree photo by Sandra Crook. I imagined an olde person sitting in their yard – maybe reflecting and thinking….
Assessing Shadows (fiction word count: 100)
The shadow covers half the yard
as the southern sun pulls back
Another winter season approaching
as fall eases out
Such quiet moments in my older years…
Is this a gift of old age?
to have time to ponder shadow sizes
reflecting on dozens of winters
most of which were good
Is this a gift of knowledge?
To have a mind that can grasp change
and understand a 23.5 degree tilt.
Is this a gift of wisdom?
to find contentment
while rotating with seasons
Is this a gift of God?
feeling strong and grounded
like an old tree
established
solid
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Yup… that tree over yonder seems like a great place to ponder! 🙂 💜 Jackie@KWH
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You are great with words Jackie
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teehee… You are too kind, Yvette! 🙂 💜 Jackie@KWH
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Have a good week amiga
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Powerful. Loved it.
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Thanks for that really rich word ❤️
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This poem is very good, Yvette.
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That means a lot Robbie – thx
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Beautiful reflective poem, Yvette! There is always something mysterious about tree trunks like this that makes me stop, ponder, examine…perhaps I’m getting old?!😀😀 This one has seen so much, you wonder at the stories it has to tell!
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Oh I know – the people that have walked below this tree – the children that have swung from it – but I did have to warm up to this tree a bit (it is a prompt) maybe the black Oozing lines out me off – but it grew on me – 🌱🌿☺️
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Glad it grew on you…I thought of this post whilst out on a walk later in the day. In this parkland there is a 900 year old oak tree and they have a diagram of the events it would have seen…wondrous to think. It has a huge gaping hole in the middle though…spooky. Great response to the prompt!😀🌳
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Wow – I have only seen the holes and gaps in redwoods – u should get a photo to share – and what a cool idea to add that info ☺️
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Beautiful reflective poem! A great one!!! I echo Annika’s words. I like this part in particular :
“Is this a gift of wisdom?
to find contentment
while rotating with seasons”.
It is is hard to gauge the size of the tree there but I think it is an old one and it is a big one. I think it can make you feel protected when you are under it.
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Well I am not sure how old the tree is and I almost passed on writing for this prompt – the tree did not speak to me – I then thought of writing about the owner of the house – looks like maybe it was built in 58? And then – well – mini story came – anyhow you are right – hard to gauge the size and age – looks super old – eh?
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It does look old!
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That there tree would make some might fine dining room chairs – jk
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Dear Yvette,
Lovely. Well written reflection.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for reading
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I love trees! I always tell my friends that trees are like people. Each one always look different even though they come from the same family, just like people! 🙂
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She – that is so true – what a beautiful analogy🌿🌱🌈
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Indeed it is a gift to reflect Y and you do it so beautifully 🙂
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Gracias DawD
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There’s something special about sitting in the shade of a really old tree, wondering what it has seen.
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Agree – :)🌿
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That was beautiful. ❤ I loved it!
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Honored – thanks ❤️
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Excellent writing! And I love that old tree! 😀
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😊👍💙
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Solid prose, Prior, yet also thoughtful and deep, which increases this storey’s solidity in my mind.
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Thank you very much
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Well done!
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☀️thx
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Nice, amigo 🙂 “…as fall eases out – such quiet moments in my older years” – very reflective, tugs at my heartstrings. My favorite: “…to have time to ponder shadow sizes – reflecting on dozens of winters – most of which were good.”
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thanks soooooo much for reading and chiming in
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