Paste – Six Sentence Story

A paste of sparkling, sticky snow clings to the leafless trees. The sky is cloudy blue and cold. My eyes look on all these.

This all reflects the mystery that we are here to see.

That’s when the prophet stopped to praise with thankfulness and we. Well, we as well began to praise with thanks for all we see.


Denise offers the prompt word “paste” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. Reformatting this into verses, I posted it on Poet’s Corner.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

26 thoughts on “Paste – Six Sentence Story”

  1. Nice 6! As I am reading this, I am waiting to see if the winter storm warning is going to be fruitful or not. It’s not looking good, as not a flake has fallen, and I could REALLY REALLY use a snow day tomorrow!

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