11-28-2014, 03:47 AM
Even once the leaves have turned,
Even once the leaves have fallen,
Even once the sky's grown pale,
Even once the air is chilled,
Even once the days are short,
Even once the birds have flown---
I will find the beauty in the branches.
I will relish in the red and gold, underfoot.
I will bathe in waning light.
I will learn to savor the evenings more.
I will listen to howling, uninterrupted wind.
Even once the dinner's gone,
Even when again I am alone,
With nothing left but dishes and the mess---
For a loosened buckle, I will be relieved.
For chaos quelled, I will be relaxed.
For fond talk and memories I won't forget---
So, for this year for Thanksgiving
I know I will be thoughtful, yet.
Even once the leaves have fallen,
Even once the sky's grown pale,
Even once the air is chilled,
Even once the days are short,
Even once the birds have flown---
I will find the beauty in the branches.
I will relish in the red and gold, underfoot.
I will bathe in waning light.
I will learn to savor the evenings more.
I will listen to howling, uninterrupted wind.
Even once the dinner's gone,
Even when again I am alone,
With nothing left but dishes and the mess---
For a loosened buckle, I will be relieved.
For chaos quelled, I will be relaxed.
For fond talk and memories I won't forget---
So, for this year for Thanksgiving
I know I will be thoughtful, yet.