The Morning After
Family, friends, food and wine
We all laugh as we celebrate
What is actually beyond description
The feast, a placeholder, symbol
And vehicle for all our thanks.
The morning after we wake refreshed
As Sun rises bright in a clear sky revealing
Fresh snow brilliant on surrounding hills.
So much joy, so much sadness
All around this whole we celebrate…
(11/28/25)
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