You pluck me flowers from the sky
and scatter them for me to catch.
They have no substance but belief,
which lends imaginations mass.
Like kisses blown the petals find
my warmest welcome; I can play
along. I lift you high to reach
the finest blooms for our bouquet.
Too soon you will not need my height,
but, growing tall, will realize
that flowers only blossomed when
you searched for them with wondering eyes.
So time reclaims its choicest gifts.
I will be gone when you are grown
and you will set me down to rest
and lay your flowers on my stone.
Here's what I read, cooked, and created in the month of December.
What I Read
The Beatryce Prophecy, Kate DiCamillo (★★★★★)
The Starless Sea, Erin Morgenstern (★★★)––reread
If you want to hear the rationale behind my rating, head to my Goodreads for full reviews.
What I Cooked
Difficulty: ★★★
Flavor: ★★★★★
Keeper: Yes
Comments: If you need a good holiday appetizer for a Christmas get-together, this is a winner. Even if you, like me, are notoriously horrible at making food look pretty, it will still look good.
Difficulty: ★★
Flavor: ★★★★★
Keeper: Yes
Comments: I did not follow the directions on processing the oats because my food processor was already in use (and I was feeling lazy), and I should have, because my cookies ended up being tiny. Nevertheless, they were delicious, and my husband declared that they may be my best cookies to date.
What I Created
Original essay "The Christmas Letter"
Original blackout poem "The Sacred Journey"
May your days be filled with beauty, and may your heart be filled with the willingness to see and give thanks for it.