Thursday, November 26, 2020

Thanksgiving


Slender, standing tall
Grey trunks reach for leaden sky -
Branches almost bare.


Dull grey water flows,
Beside the brown leaved shoreline
Readying to freeze.


Inside my warm home,
and in my heart, are comforts
For which I'm thankful.





2 comments:

Shelley Burbank said...

Your poem paints a picture.

Deb said...

👍 Thank you!