November Thanks

     Words and image by Mary Bach

There is a clear, cold light

this November morning,

and last night’s powdering of snow

transforms the ridge.

The trees weave an intricate

design of branches 

studded here and there

with chickadees, jays, cardinals.

Walking through the garden

I am warmed by

your hand

in mine.

Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Brian asked us to write about something we are thankful for.  

Sky Light

    image from theguardian.com

You and I, we build

a scaffolding of sighs

reaching to the closer clouds.

Our fears

are not of flying,

but falling

back to earth

with those

who go about their lives

as if the sky was only empty,

as if it did not contain wonders,

as if it was not the threshold

to heaven.

This is a late 55 for all the Toads and other garden dewllers over at the Imaginary Garden.  

Click on the link and check it out!