Photo by S. T. Casebeer
Southbound geese against the moon,
Lamp-lit windows gleaming,
White smoke rising undisturbed from chimneys;
Echoed axes on the ridge,
Shouldered rakes and burning leaf piles,
The familiar form of the Misses at the sink;
The rousing voice of the neighbors’ wife, resolute and compelling,
And the hurried steps of the neighbor in compliance;
The distant hum of a radio, the yowling of a cat,
The noise of truck tires arriving in the gravel,
Supper’s ready, chores are done, turkey’s in the oven,
The kids are home, Thanksgiving is at hand.
November 10, 2011
STC
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