Another Thanksgiving Day ... Thank You

photo: kps, autumn comes to our pond's edge

“I thank you God for this most

amazing day, for the leaping greenly

spirits of trees, and for the blue

dream of sky and for everything 

which is natural, which is infinite, 

which is yes.”

—e. e. cummings, poet

Thanksgivings

—remembering Rosie

For years, it was like this:

a terrier through the window, barking,

the steps leading up, weathering grey,

all of them, arriving, as fog dissolved

to a wreath of ravens’ wings in blue sky,

and for awhile there’d be 25, maybe 40,

familiar bodies, crowding, as if another

cluster of mums on the deck,

ruddy faces, round and open, taking in

each other’s light, the gates

to her little yard, sagging further

on their hinges.