
With Gratitude
(a Thanksgiving Poem)
I will eat these late-season berries
blue
as the sky on better days.
I will roast this squash
with oils pressed
from fruit of the the olive branch
the one the dove carried in her heart
through a sky wove…

I will eat these late-season berries
blue
as the sky on better days.
I will roast this squash
with oils pressed
from fruit of the the olive branch
the one the dove carried in her heart
through a sky wove…