Saturday, June 20, 2009

A THANKSGIVING POEM

Your candle-lit saucy lips
and your turkey-leg grin,
are warm-colored in this Autumn,
blessing blessing!
I sense the gravy,
my thoughts are in a mash.
Stuffing my feelings,
I drink your whine.

Heed the past, you say,
but remain mindful of the future,
and ladle in the moments, cherishingly,
because the soup of your life
will always, eventually,
expose the bottom of the bowl.