Granby Drummer (https://granbydrummer.com/category/the-arts/verse/)
Outside, the day is cold but clear—a perfect day for football games and after dinner walks. Inside, in the kitchen, mother and her helpers prepare the meal for this special day of Thanksgiving. The heat from the turkey roasting in the oven steams the windows.
In neighborhoods, sticks once lifeless and devoid of leaves and buried in deep snow,
now overflow with the rich yellow of the forsythia.
With the snow, ice, cold temperatures and strong winds,
winter’s power seems relentless and spring so far away.
On the houses the Christmas lights shine brightly into the dark night.
The air feels cold, and snow flurries drift quietly by.
How blessed we are to have a warm home
and friends and family to share this day of Thanksgiving.
We are rich in things that truly matter.
Red leaves, orange pumpkins, and bittersweet vines.
Do you cry when the leaves fall?
Glorious summer days,
sunshine all around.
Beautiful summer nights,
fireworks abound.
In the park June greets us with her roses.
Their beautiful colors and sweet scents give us Hope and Peace.
