Thanksgiving Day

Anita Grace Simpson
Daylight sneaks over the horizon
So long we did not see it
Hearts and minds drink in the light
On Thanksgiving Day.

A fresh wind blows with a hint of chill,
Sweeps the glorious leaves
Of red and yellow and orange and brown
They fly like birds on Thanksgiving Day.

Today I am not alone.

I cherish friends and family
Who gather in gratitude
For the year, the good and bad.
Sorrow and joy remembered
On Thanksgiving Day.

Later I grow quiet as I ponder
Special stories of my life;
Achievement here, failure there
I thank You, God, for I'm alive
On Thanksgiving Day.

Published by Anita Grace Simpson

Born and raised in the East Texas Piney Woods, I have been writing since age 10. At present I write and create digital images/video on a freelance basis.  View profile

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  • Renaissance Woman11/8/2010

    I like this. Thank you for sharing it.

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