Quotidian Gratitude

A Quiet Thanksgiving

Taken by me on a walk in my neighborhood

I’ve used a little poetic license in this sonnet. I am not alone for Thanksgiving, but it is quiet here. In years past I would be frantically preparing a feast for an army. Today it will just be me and my husband with my mom and a neighbor, enjoying a traditional turkey dinner. I do feel a little wistful as I reflect on those busy days that seem so long ago, but I also feel deep gratitude for this time and place and season of life. I hope you have a blessed day in whatever season you are in.

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Quotidian Gratitude

For the blue sky that frames white clouds

And chill, crisp air that makes me gasp;

The leaves underfoot, they crunch so loud,

Their fading colors vain memory clasps.

I walk through halls, indoors, my mind

Recalls full tables–food and friends;

Taking for granted that I’d find

Such bounty always with no end.

Yet endings come and here I sit

Alone–books, blanket company,

Grateful I will never forget

Bright, joyful moments given me.

 

This moment, too, may I still prize,

Seeing through dim but focused eyes.

Taken by me