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Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days. Before the coming of the snow, as young children, we had a ritual of building a fort, cropped field making it easy to get to the lotline of trees; a private world where we relived summer's glory, lamented homework, whispered crushs' names upon bales of straw hauled from the barn. Nature's golden chandeliers and carved pumpkins our decor. The summer before Mary went to University, we carved our initials into the smooth bark of the beech tree. Didn't know it would be the last time there together. We ran home with happy hearts and big dreams. Winter, as always, came, destroyed our sanctuary. Yet our joy of sledding, skating, building snowmen thrilled us. After the war took Billy, and Mary passed from cancer, I went back. Traced our names. Cried. Smiled. Remembered.
by Margaret Bednar, November 12, 2025
This is prompted by "dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery - My November Guest". We were given the poetic lines:
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow
We were to use this in our SHORT STORY of 144 Words. adding punctuation was ok - but we could not take it out of order.
The photo is one I have collected over the years - I LOVE writing to photos and art images.
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6 comments:
I love the photo you chose from your collection to inspire your Prosery piece, Margaret, and the warm nostalgia for childhood, I enjoyed this poignant walk down memory lane.
Nice to see your post on Sepia Saturday! Hope to see you there in the future! The picture is fun and your prose, as well.
The picture and the story fitted so well together... sometimes we have to come back and reinforce those old carvings... our tactile memory is so much stronger I think.
The sweetest of memories. I'm glad you were able to return there, and I'm glad you chose to share your memories with your readers. (from Lisa at tao-talk)
Yes, Margaret your memories mirror many of mine ... and for that I am grateful. A beautiful prosery.
This is so beautiful! And I love the ending ❤️
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