Home

As you move

Farther away from

The thing that

You called home

The smaller it

Becomes until you

Arrive some place

Else and it

Gains your importance

Home is never

Where you were

It is always

Where you are

ColdSunshine

Did you bring

The storm or

Did it bring

You something changed

Last night downpours

And fury darkness

Flashing clouds then

Just wet silence

Today remnants scrape

Past my sky

Moving on just

Like my heart

Leaving me with

Just cold sunshine

Thumbprint

We all make

A mark somewhere

In this life

Sometimes as broad

As shoveling

A path through

Snow drifts or

The placement of

Bread atop refrigerators

That change how

We see things

Or find things

Yet some are

As subtle as

A thumbprint on

Those you love

HappyThanksgiving

My best memory

Of Thanksgiving Day

Was so long

Ago and so

Simple that I’m

Surprised I remember

My mother sent

Me to the

Store to buy

Milk swaddled in

Heavy coat and

Cap I crossed

The playground and

Heard laughter and

Saw families gathering

Like swarms of

Bumblebees hugging golden

Sunflowers and then

As if by

Magic heaven itself

Shed its manna

And the lightest

Of snow began

To fall and

This is what

Thanksgiving means to

Me Happy Thanksgiving

Holidays

Like a child

Mesmerized by his

Bounty of gifts

Stacked beneath the

Tree or like

The guests intoxicated

By the wafting

Aromas of turkey

Stuffing yams and

Pie billowing from

Warm kitchens dreaming

Of pants busting

Meals I am

Thinking of you

On this particularly

Cold Carolina morning