and phone lines,
dropping voices and laughter like
golden pendants rippling
across the surface of my morning.
Bookends of baking--pies first and the turkey last--
include potatoes, The Green Bean Casserole
and sweet potatoes in between.
Chimes outside echo on the warm wind
of a rare November day,
breezes rustling the nearly empty branches
like the rushing of waves on a far away summer shore.
Thanksgiving isn't a 30 second infomercial to fulfill
the Adult Daily Requirements of finding joy
but rather a dayfull of listening and looking then
raising heartsong Heavenwards
towards the lifelong-loving Creator God
who gives us daily more reasons to be thankful.
Linking for the first time in a long time with the community of thankful people at Dverse Poets.