Glancing out my window,
the gray skies splashed
orange and red shimmer on the trees.
There's a chill in the air,
seeping into fingers and toes.
Unintelligible voices from the TV
climbing the stairs,
along with the mix of savory fragrances
floating up from the kitchen.
The chef is silent, so far,
no pots and pans bang,
and no muffled curses fill the air.
Soon I must begin chores of my own,
making lists so nothing is forgotten 
when we head out to our family Thanksgiving.
Excitement soars with the joyful promise
of spending time together again,
yet I am torn between
anticipation and wanting to savor
the sweetness of memory,
and love of what is to come.
So I will sit here, 
sipping tea and pondering poetry,
for just a little while longer.

~Elise Skidmore ©2023

Wishing you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! May your blessings be too many to count.

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  1. So many ways this poem sings to my heart, resonates with personal experiences — the song flows well — beautiful poem