A Thanksgiving Poem

Falling Leaves

(A Thanksgiving Poem)

So colors fall to the ground

releasing Spring’s hope

in a kind of death

spiral, but in the

breeze that

cradles them

comes a

leaf’s whisper;

“Thank you for life- that

gift you offered me

to shine for a time

and twist in

the wind of

your breath that

first gave me

life”

So in this season of color and endings

stand below one of

Creation’s leafy canvases

and allow falling

life to surround

you for a moment

and then say

“thank you”

For we too are full of color

and life but

so often forget from

where we came,

thinking we are

just here

in some

space

So it is a time of falling

leaves that calls to us-

 a reminder that

we too are full of

a gift that

comes from the breeze-

Hold a fallen leaf

in your hand and

give thanks…

Jody Seymour