The Last Day of
Thanksgiving
We are never fully
prepared,
For separation
from people we love,
Even for the right
reasons,
Seasons come and
go,
There is always
the harvest,
Bounty, and joy in
the plenty,
A quiet winter
follows,
The key is to
enjoy the quiet,
Keep the memory,
The vivid orange,
and red,
Alive in images we
have had,
And, prepare,
Make ready,
For Spring IS
coming,
Until then,
Winter says, “Sh-h-h!”
“Be still,”
“I have a
surprise,”
“Christmas is
coming!”
Peter Lowell
Paulson
December 2, 2014
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