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 woven of prayers

for better days

days in which

gratitude was balanced

between thought and prayer

between branch

and wing,

between darkness

and blue that glistens

as these berries do,

and nothing

nothing

was taken for granted.

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