Goodbye water lilies, maples leaves, loosestrife and reed,
Goodbye lotus lilies, cattails, cress and pickerelweed.
Every winter, I’m thankful for hidden roots, bulbs and seed,
waiting, like me, for spring rain, the only mead we need.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Thanksgiving to those in the US! I’m thankful to be eating turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy and green bean casserole. Then a break for Dance, Dance Revolution with my daughter, and the next course: pie and ice cream. If I can still walk afterwards, I plan to watch The Secret of Moonacre, Lupin III or Murder on the Orient Express.
I’m in the home stretch for NaNoWriMo. I’m still thinking of summer, raking fallen leaves, and drinking tea by my radiator. I got out the lemon polish, and my grandmother’s dresser is shining. A little elbow grease is what she’d have called it. I wonder if she would approve of this world of cell phones and billionaires.
Have a magical weekend!