Photo: David Slotto
Thanksgiving
sharp winter chill (not autumn) morning
brilliant sun cloudless sky frost crisp grass
warm air escaping lungs like body-cloud
toasty thoughts comforting challenging
counting blessings assuaging guilt so many alone hope-bereft
soul steam circling hot coffee cup fogs inside
god light intense fall color cinnabar bronze beckons dance with me with life insists come play celebrate gifts…
A wonderful thanksgiving poem by liv2write2day
Thank you, Terri. I’m honored.
No problem.
Very good stuff. I liked it a lot.