Pausing in the woods
to ruminate about
what aromas to sniff
next in this Thanksgiving
bounty whose scents
are hidden in the leaves
and provided by Mother
Nature’s other creatures.
The crunch of leaves,
the face in the tree trunk,
(Zachary Hand to God?)
the whine of cars on Route 6,
the hum of a plane overhead,
the blazing maple framed
by a vibrant, clear, blue sky,
the bare tree limbs stretching,
the purple beautyberry
against a woody stem, and
the dog and the pond
all create a perfect day.
A small patch of green
in a reflection mostly
of dead leaves and clouds
reminds us that there
will come a time when
change is in the air and
new growth bursts forth.
While people are hungry
and aid has been squashed,
billionaires’ wealth increases.
While some no longer have jobs
a garish addition is added to
the People’s house without
their permission. When citizens’
health care is at stake, politicians
shut down the government.
To survive, we must hold on to
that small patch of green
hope. We must hold on.
(Photo taken by me on a walk around a nearby pond)