A sonnet for Thanksgiving Day.
For the blue sky sun, who showers warmth and light
Though it runs fast on this short autumn day,
For afternoon dusk, the long winter’s night,
I give You thanks on this Thanksgiving Day.
For this big beaver moon whose brighter ray
Sends me inside, shines with silvery face
For the frost who comes at night to play
And drapes my window with winter lace
I give thanks. Thank You for this moment’s grace
When the grateful splashes as summer rain
Thank you for this moment, this blessed place
Where beauty bounds forth from the plain.
The untreasured becomes priceless in this light
Full beyond measure, and now, Good night.
© Randall Edwards 2018.
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“ Drapes my window with winter lace…” so lovely. Thank you for this painting in words.💗
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