Thanksgiving Memory Thanks

"Every year since I've been married, I'd rise To a tapestry of color and cool embracing feel. To the rooster crow so, family can feast their eyes. I'd work for two days preparing thanksgiving meal." ~ Thanksgiving Day prayers of thanks and blessing. To warm amber scarlet tree canopies losing Their flaming feuille morte leaves beneath drawn trees; An emotional overzealous sun sees. Fresh early jump start, baking food for the heart. Huge turkey and dressing, lamb, cranberry tarts Cakes, pies, yeast dinner rolls, vegetables, yams, Potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, ham. As they step into grandma's old fashion home Smells of savory aromas round the home. A formal table in bright autumn accent, Cornucopia, with pumpkin candle scent. Family gather from close and distant parts Their thrilled children dart as joyful as our hearts. Time to share memories with laugher till it hurt. At the last there's still lots of food and desserts. Grateful of bliss and blessings dear family And friends bring, then back to life's reality. 10/28/2019 Poetry Contest: Thanksgiving Memory Sponsored by: Regina Riddle Merriam-Webster Definition of feuille morte : a brownish orange that is deeper and slightly redder than leather, yellower and deeper than spice, and yellower and deeper than gold pheasant — called also autumn leaf, dead leaf, foliage brown, leather lake, oakleaf brown, philamot, withered leaf