Moonlit Balloons

/ Liz H-H

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.

17 thoughts on “Moonlit Balloons”

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  4. Hi Liz,
    I loved this piece with its poetic prose and wish I knew more about the specifics of the plant and the setting. I live in Sydney, Australia and our summers can get very hot and brutal. I lived in Geraldton in Western Australia for a year, and they can get 46 degrees Celsius there without any trouble.
    xx Rowena

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    • Thanks Rowena! Actually, the plant and setting are in my imagination, only. It’s in response to one of the weekly prompts from Carrot Ranch. Pretty much about balloons of hope and life getting better after ragged times, the interdependance of Nature & Humans in accomplishing this. That sort of thing…

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  8. One doesn’t often think of a brutal summer where I come from, but it is autumn and winter is a welcome relief in much of the world. And the image of the ‘moonlit silver nuggets’ and ‘joyful first frost’ is lovely, Liz.

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