A Pine Cone Un-pocketed

Another day, I would have pocketed this gem, and gathered a few more, with dreams of painting them gold for Christmas along with the grandchildren – laughter and silliness filling the air.  This year, I will leave it be, except for the photograph.  The Christmas decorating goes on without us.  We are chasing the golden warmth of the sun.  Quieter times.

Swiftly seasons pass –
grasp each moment with delight,
winter comes too soon.

(Submitted for Cee’s FOTD)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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