Sunlight bursts through trees leaving

Lacy patterns on the floor of the forest.

Sun through curtains on wood floors

Spring back to me, and the sounds

Of laughter coming from the kitchen

Echo through the woods.

It is the pine whispering,

“All is not lost; nothing is ever lost.”

My grandmother, in unison, agrees,

As twigs snap underfoot.

The turkey is in the oven and the fountain

On the table babbles with the river.

She would hang paper leaves on the curtains

And the light would leave their imprint

On the rug, gossamer and oak

Amid dragons and flowers.

Beside me now, her small feet step blithely

Over childhood toys and fallen trees.

It is morning

And we are called to the table.

Note: Happy Thanksgiving, to my friends, family, and readers. If you’re going to be on your own, visit a church kitchen and volunteer, stop by a VA hospital and keep a vet company, if you have a pet, give extra hugs and kisses, that applies to kids, too. It’s only one day – did I mention, naps are good? Smile

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

5 thoughts on “Leaves”

  1. Our childhood memories of holidays shared with our families are so dear indeed!
    Happy Thanksgiving to all. Let us give thanks! We are truly blessed.


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