The Season of Love
The
maple
leaves are burnt
orange and red
falling and drifting.
It is Thanksgiving-
we gather all our love,
all together again;
the turkey is divine,
the pumpkin pie so sublime.
Goodbye- see you at Christmas!
Outside is a picture perfect winter wonderland,
the family is gathered around a roaring fire;
or am I lost in a Christmas cornucopia dreamland?
I can hear, so clearly a church choir . . .
The snow is deep in the place they forever lay,
under a gray Christmas sky (a girl alone) will pray.
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October 24, 2017
Poetry/The Season Of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9522-16-0
All rights Reserved.
Written for the contest, Cornucopia
sponsor, Kim Rodriques
Third Place
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