Thanksgiving Day
Strong southern wind.
She is thankful for the golden leaves,
The gray squirrel preparing for the winter,
Picking up dried leaves from the top boughs
Dancing with shattered sun on the oak bole
She is thankful for the tree-hole, the gift of oak
She is thankful for the strong and cool wind
That has taken away the chlorophyll of leaves
She is thankful for the heat of sun,
That dried up leaves for her winter home,
A refuge for a long hibernation.
Holliswood, New York. 18 November 2020.
Copyright © Quazi Johirul Islam | Year Posted 2020
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