HORN OF BOUNTY
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In the morning when the first frost falls upon the autumn flower
and the clocks are all turned back casting shadow on an hour,
it’s November once again with a quiet footstep rain
bringing memories so bittersweet of happiness and pain.
In cornucopia of spirit we hold the bountiful of heart
golden brown of wonder with fertility a part
which represents the fruits of life which fill the human eye
calling as the harvest horn collects yield from the sky.
We bless the horn of bounty at this Thanksgiving time
that graces our meal setting and makes it so divine.
It dominates the table and the eyes of little ones
who dream their lives of plenty and Christmases to come.
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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