Beatitude of Gratitude

Unexpected blooms

Perfuming my thoughts

With springtime days

Though autumn’s not my favorite

It keeps monotony at bay

I am thankful

For little treasures

Discovered on harvest’s cooling ground

Gold, ruby, and emerald leaves

In abundance may be found

There’s no excuse

To be downcast

As branches disrobe their leaves

I will glory in their colors

Like in springtime’s blossomed trees

When temptation to grumble

Greets me

At the fork in the road

I’ll head down Thanksgiving Avenue

Following pilgrims of old

Everything

He has created

All that I can see

Including fall in its crispness

And it’s multicolored trees

Thank offerings

To nature’s Maker

With all my heart I give

For this silently spinning sphere

Formed just right, so we could live.

Wendy/2012

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Blessings on our Canadian Thanksgiving Day ~ Wendy

(I confess that I prefer spring & summer… third place isn’t bad!  Don’t be surprised if I post flowers in the winter.)