Scratchy crunch of deadened leaves;

Musky scents of garden’s past;

Fading blues and reds and greens;

Shadows’ longer-reaching cast.

Spicy ciders, chocolate hot;

Comfort foods and pies and cake;

Fudge with nuts or maybe not;

Laden tables we can take.

Cozy fires with dancing flames

Mesmerize our dreams and thought;

Sweet traditions, years the same;

Sure reminders we were taught.

Heart’s desire is to express

In a place of grateful prayer

God’s abundance, His goodness;

And His kind and gentle care.

Poem: Connie Miller Pease; Images: wikimediacommons.jpg; Pexels.com; thanksgiving-1060214_960_720-pixabay-cco-public-domain.jpg