with crisp morning air
with crisp morning air
walking in the early sun
carpet of red leaves
with crisp morning air
walking in the early sun
carpet of red leaves
a single tear falls
and her true name is sorrow
cleansing rain showers
joy of greeting
and the sorrow of good-bye
laughter shared with friends
on this day of thanks
to pause and take reflection
grateful for cousins
to pause a moment
in quiet celebration
this thanksgiving day
a quiet so deep
now will never come again
trapped by the future
to search for meaning
in friction of history
embracing our myths
hold onto right now
for tomorrow is a myth
events unfolding
by the iphone’s light
bbq’ing in the dark
must feed the belly
shiver in the dark
in that early morning time
visiting with ghosts