1/7/13 small stone

Posted on January 7, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Pine needles, still smelling of Christmas–
litter swept into the dustpan.

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17 Responses to 1/7/13 small stone

BroadBlogs says:

January 7, 2013 at 12:15 pm

Just took down Christmas yesterday. Made me sad. I miss my Christmas house.
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 7, 2013 at 12:23 pm
  
  Me too. I love decorating the house, etc.
Alice Keys MD says:

January 7, 2013 at 12:18 pm

Susan,
We took down the little $2 fake tree we got from the corner thrift shop. It shed as many needles as a real full-sized tree. We were all sweeping up with you. Synchronicity.
Alice
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 7, 2013 at 12:24 pm
  
  Certainly was a lot of that going on this past weekend, I bet. A little sad…
Trent Lewin says:

January 7, 2013 at 12:26 pm

You can make clothes out of pine needles, Susan. But they don’t do so well in a wind. What is a “small stone” by the way?
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 7, 2013 at 12:28 pm
  
  Prickly clothes too, I’ll bet. Mine went in the compost. So still using them 😉
  
  A small stone is a thought, a quick image. No true set form, just brief–but still complete. Sometimes mine run away with me and become prose-poems.
readinpleasure says:

January 7, 2013 at 12:40 pm

I am sure I can almost smell the Christmas. 🙂
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 7, 2013 at 12:41 pm
  
  I can still, though it is fading…
Polly Robinson says:

January 7, 2013 at 12:50 pm

We’ve always had a real tree at Christmas, but are seriously thinking of going for one of the fake ones for next year … but somehow, something makes me hesitate …
Lovely small stone, Susan 🙂
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 7, 2013 at 12:51 pm
  
  Polly, thank you. I love the scent of pine, and even sweeping up is a ritual I would miss.
mimijk says:

January 7, 2013 at 3:23 pm

So lovely and yet so sad..
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 7, 2013 at 3:32 pm
  
  Thanks, Mimi.
mobius faith says:

January 8, 2013 at 10:06 am

fragrant litter – what a notion. Love it!
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 8, 2013 at 10:42 am
  
  Thanks, Terry! It is rare that our leavings are so fragrant (in a good way).
nelle says:

January 8, 2013 at 9:38 pm

One of the saddest things in childhood, the disassembly of anticipation.
- Susan L Daniels says:
  
  January 8, 2013 at 9:44 pm
  
  Nelle–how beautifully you capture that truth I had forgotten. Wow.
  - nelle says:
    
    January 8, 2013 at 10:05 pm
    
    Thanks… it is indelibly stamped in memory, decorations removed, the tree tossed outside for disposal, it’s purpose spent. Yet, seeing it left me feeling I ravaged and abandoned it after taking what I wished.