A Golden Thanksgiving
Frosty morning Thanksgiving air clings to my autumn breath.
The infancy of the day fills me with warm anticipation.
The scene of vibrant colors dots the drowsy land.
An avenue of tree’s golden hues and blazing reds drift from the sky to meet the earth.
Its crunchy path beneath my feet lines the country road, guiding me towards home.
A gust of wind swirls, whistling down the lane causing the foliage to dance.
A barking dog in a far off field echoes throughout the valley.
Red-winged black birds soar over the harvested fields foraging for bits of food.
Horses cheerfully saunter round the wheat colored clearings.
The old farmhouse in the distance nestles among the large oaks and pines.
Savory scents reach my senses as I draw closer to my shelter of solace.
A smile touches my lips and my face brightens, as I hear familiar voices.
Memories flash before my mind of family and friends, past and present.
Their tender and hearty thoughts embrace my happy heart.
I turn to look upon the land that is silent and still.
And humbly whisper to my God a heartfelt prayer
Of blessings acknowledged and lessons to be learned
And in that moment of stillness a lonely train could be heard
Leaving me in exquisite solitude.