This poem is brand-new -- maybe you're thinking of another poem with fruit as the main character! (There was one about pomegranates a while back....) I'm glad it was soothing, anyhow -- thanks for reading, Wes.
A tender reflection on what it means to give and receive. Thank you, Elizabeth.
I too have a tradition of making persimmon pudding/cake for winter holiday gatherings. I have, in fact, become known for it, despite not having my own persimmon tree. They've always been gifts from others, which makes the dessert that much sweeter.
This is beautiful storytelling, Elizabeth. ❤️
So glad it spoke to you, Shondra. 💛🌿
Beautiful poem, Elizabeth. Thank you!
Thank you, Fotini. 💛🌿
Elizabeth, these lines just made me sigh with the reading,
"a brown-paper sanctuary
to shelter them along their way, their pilgrimage
to ripening, to readiness, to being-gift."
and, "I ought to at least find an apple to befriend them."
Your metaphors astound me!
(and for the record, our 18 years in Fresno afforded many persimmon-laden recipe opportunities. A God-breathed fruit if there ever was one.)
Some of my favorite lines, too! Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Jody.
I too love persimmons. This poem is lovely. The thought of persimmon pudding is sumptuous and brings pleasure in thought.
Thanks so much, Linda Ruth. So glad to have added some sumptuous pleasure to your imagination today!
This is so lovely. I love persimmons, particularly the Fuyu ones. They represent November to me. Happy Thanksgiving to you!
And to you, LeeAnn! I'm thankful to have connected with you and your poems this year. 💛🌿
Same here.
Happy Thanksgiving, Elizabeth. As I read this I could visualize the entire scenario. Thank you!
You know the setting so well! Thanks for reading, Pat -- a blessed Thanksgiving to you and your family.
When they get ripe, they will be delicious. Enjoy.
Auntie B
Don't tell my sisters, but I just used two of them to make a Thing for our Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow! 💛🌿
This is wonderful! The line use and punctuation style are excellent.
Thank you for paying it such close attention, Donna!
Good poem!
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Peter. Thanks for reading.
You’re welcome, Elizabeth.
I seem to recall that poem from some months ago. I remember the pairing up with the apple for ripening. Very soothing, thanks.
This poem is brand-new -- maybe you're thinking of another poem with fruit as the main character! (There was one about pomegranates a while back....) I'm glad it was soothing, anyhow -- thanks for reading, Wes.
I think you're right, it was pomegranates.☺️
What a insiteful poem about a gift! And a gift of three, the magic number.
Thank you, Rose! 💛🌿
A tender reflection on what it means to give and receive. Thank you, Elizabeth.
I too have a tradition of making persimmon pudding/cake for winter holiday gatherings. I have, in fact, become known for it, despite not having my own persimmon tree. They've always been gifts from others, which makes the dessert that much sweeter.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Gift persimmons are the best persimmons! Thank you, Elizabeth.
This made me cry too. What a completely wonderful poem. One of my very favourites. Thank you, Elizabeth.
Thank you, Jeni -- so glad it spoke to you so tenderly.
And thank you for reading your poems. I really appreciate hearing your work in your voice. ♥️
Oh, good! It's fun to record them, if a little embarrassing to play them back. 🙃
To listen for her prayer and to add mine…sublime…made me cry. Beautiful Thanksgiving poem Elizabeth. You are a treasure.
Thank you, Mary. 💛🌿
That line was the one that stood out most to me, too. Just beautiful.
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Thank you, Elizabeth, as we each make our pilgrimage to ripening and readiness to become the gifts we are meant to be.
Thank you, Sulima. 💛🌿