Thankful for summer —
fragrant with cottage roses
climbing a stone wall.

Thankful for autumn’s
brilliant multi-colored leaves
that spin, curl and fall.

Thankful for winter —
sledding and skating on mill ponds,
made smooth with ice.

Thankful for spring
when bulbs and roots create
flower paradise.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: Here is a thankful poem in recognition of Thanksgiving, a time when we celebrate what the earth gives us. This is my contribution for Poetry Friday hosted this week by Miss Rumphius Effect.