Thanksgiving
Horns of plenty spill
through autumn’s luscious array--
nourishing time’s grace
And nature bestows its fruits
plump as the soil’s copiousness
where birds and maples ensure
God's abundance for man and creatures,
a season which hails thanksgiving.
We rejoice this call
everyone, let us dance—
holding buds that fall
celebrations entrance!
Contest by Kim Rodrigues: Cornucopia
Oct 25, 2017
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2017
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