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.