High on the hill, strands of moon drift, catching on the branch-ends of the Prairie Honey Tree. Barren of leaves, she bows under the fullness of her particular progeny, tight dark nuggets slowly rotating, gathering moonlight.
After a brutal summer endured and a lean winter to come, we are mindful of abundance promised, Nature’s sacred bond. What effort remains must come from us; She suffers, as well.
Together we offer a song in the old language, stored in our hearts and beyond our consciousness.
Moonlit silver nuggets bell, balloon, break free and float. Joyful first frost swirls them away.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/08/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.