The holidays arrive with fall’s last call,
As frost’s glazed fingers tuck in frozen earth.
Thanksgiving gathers kinsfolk one and all,
With memories and fun beyond mere worth.
The calendar soon finds December late,
With Christmas joy and greetings all at hand.
Details to tend to prior to that date,
But season’s meaning – do we understand?
A New Year may refresh our souls and roles,
With resolutions we all hope to keep.
By weighing more than just our wants and goals,
Improved relationships we’ll sow and reap.
By smartly skipping season’s snares of strife,
Our holidays give happiness for life.
Copyright © Bartholomew Williams | Year Posted 2018