It’s Poetry Friday!
I had a houseful of family for Thanksgiving – just the kind of holiday I love. My niece, who had just gotten in from a quick trip to Florence, arrived with a beautiful shawl for me. It was so soft I didn’t want to put it down. She said it made her think of me. Perhaps it was the pastel yellows and blues, or maybe the tulips that reminded her of me. Whatever it was, it was joyous that someone thought of me in such a special way. I noticed today that there is a small bee in the design that I didn’t see at first. Perhaps the bee thought it special, too, to be noticed.
The Gift
Tulips dance on threads
of soft yellow and blue,
wrapping me in warmth,
cuddling me in care,
and all the while the bee beckons.
Draft, RoseCappelli2024
Right after Thanksgiving, I always marvel at the number of cars traveling with trees tied to their roofs. I posted this poem a few years ago, but it seemed to be an appropriate time to revisit it.
A Caravan of Trees
After Thanksgiving I start to see
a caravan of Christmas trees.
Perfectly picked or freshly cut,
secured on car roofs,
bundled with care.
Will they have lights
or strands of gold?
Perhaps they’ll be topped
with a shining star.
A season of peace and hope begins
with a caravan of trees.
Draft, RoseCappelli2021
In this busy season, I hope you are able to take some time to think warm thoughts. Carol has the roundup today at The Apples in My Orchard. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.
Imagine the Possibilities 
A post like a warm hug! Such a sweet gift– definitely worthy of a poem (and careful noticing).
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Thanks, Tabatha.
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What a joy to share the gift of relationship with a niece! I have half a dozen and I know how this feels, especially as we/they age. It speaks to the love shared between sisters ❤️
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Thanks, Patricia.
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The bee beckons…love! And how lovely to think about what others see in you, making those connections with your own self-image. Beautiful! xo
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Thanks, Irene!
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I am loving your delight in your gift, Rose. How precious – to be loved so well. Wishing you a season of peace and hope.
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Ah, a lasting gift of love and still surprises, Rose, like that bee! I am seeing Christmas lights everywhere now, & a few trees so far. Thanks for sharing your sweet gift and with a poem, plus welcoming those trees!
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Love these poems Rose– very cozy feeling for sure. And the caravan of trees made me smile. Thank you!
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Rose, Your warm thoughts and poems are so welcome to me today. Thank you! What a beautiful gift you’ve given us with these word/images. The shawl is lovely. And who can deny wondering about all those trees traversing the roads after Thanksgiving! Take care and have a wonderful holiday season!
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Rose, I’m basking in the love and warmth of your post today. The shawl is beautiful, and even better because your niece thought of you across the ocean and brought it home for you. Enjoy the warmth. I love the starting of the holidays with the caravan of trees. I’m up in Seattle now for a while, so I’ll have to notice the caravan of trees up here. We’ll add to it tomorrow when we go to get a tree. A blessed holiday season to you!
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Rose, the gift from Florence has a beautiful pop of color with the reminder of sweet springtime that filled your house with cheer. I also love having relatives around me, especially at the holidays. I enjoyed the caravan of frees also because the trees signify the gems of nature and the gift of joy coming to one’s house.
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What a sweet gift from your thoughtful niece! Mine is 8, and is starting to show signs that our connection is strengthening, even if we are a continent apart. So special!
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You are right about the caravan of trees! I love that turn of phrase. And your scarf is beautiful!
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As Tabatha said, this post feels like a warm, cozy hug. What a beautiful shawl (I also like “the bee beckons”). Nothing more festive than a caravan of trees. Happy Holidays!
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