Thanksgivings

Cool winds blowing,
lights glowing,
fog rolls through the night.

Winters brewing,
dawn is moving,
morning will soon be nigh.

Couples rising,
children spying,
aromas we can’t deny.

Dinner’s baking,
all are waking,
morning breaks the sky.

Warmth is growing,
sunlight showing,
fall colors bright as dyes.

Laughing cheering,
a little jeering,
friends and family arrive.

Food for feasting,
many seeking,
blessings undenied.

Heads bow praying,
all are saying,
Thanksgivings we lift on High.