HappyThanksgiving

And there is

A day here

In America on

The last Thursday

In November when

The skies are

Grey and littered

With snow and

The wind blows

Cold against faces

That people carry

Pots dishes pans

Wine and desserts

Into friendly houses

To gather around

A table giving

Thanks for those

Most important things

The greatest of

Which are their

Families however that

Group is defined

A day of

Laughter and football

Of stories and

Old jokes of

Belly busting feasts

Here in America

Today is Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to

My friends and

Family I’m thinking

Of you all

MelodiesOfLove

We are often

Seduced by the

Sating bounty of

Attraction like hungry

Children placed before

A glass case

Full of pastries

Often grabbing first

The most delicious

But what if

We were blind

To image from

Where would we

Then decide which

The soul sings

Songs that only

The heart hears

When picking someone

Listen to their

Harmony in order

To hear the

Melodies of love

LastPresent

Finally when all

The other presents

Have been opened

A small package

Is found tucked

Behind the lowest

Bough not the

Prettiest or the

Biggest not the

One that screams

Here I am

But the one

Like a seashell

Contains the sounds

Of the ocean

Unwrap me you

Did and upon

Peeking inside you

Found my heart

Beating there slowly

For it is

The last present

There to open

MyInspiration (to Brandon)

These words trip

And fall cascading

Down my fingers

Like a Rocky

Mountain stream into

The pool that

You are where

They swim on

Your eyes as

Languidly as teenagers

Skinny dipping in

Moon lit ponds

Swim with me

Here splash about

Giddy with joy

Dunk your head

Under and rise

Refreshed for you

Now are my

Words my inspiration

PresentYou

And like origami

We started flat

And two dimensional

Then with our

Hands we have

Been fashioned into

Something beautiful like

Diamonds in mountains

We have discovered each

Other amidst boulders

And finally have

What we’ve always

Wanted for Christmas