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. A lot of contrast in this picture. Like the mystery we see against all we do not see. Beautiful! We still have little snowfall to speak of. Mostly rain. Quite a strange year but I am still glad for bare ground.

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    1. No, that was in Illinois a few years ago. I figured others probably had a lot of snow and so I recalled my memories of it. Some pleasant; all worth praise and thanksgiving. Thank you, Jim!

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  2. How can someone be not in awe of the marvelous complexity of a snow flake?
    Wonders all around us, Frank… if only we pause for awhile and marvel.
    Liked the verse form.

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  3. At a distance, sure! (Of course, even that viewing spot so needs to be heated. lol)
    all kidding aside, it (snow and it’s accumulation can be very impressive).

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  4. 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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