Gloomy autumn day—
 
thanksgiving sticks in my throat
 
like a thorn or stone.

 
 
 

After Thanksgiving
 
the willow lightens its load,
 
shrugging off more leaves.

 
 
 

Walking through the woods
 
on Thanksgiving afternoon—
 
this is feast enough.

Candle

 
 
 

after last night’s rain
 
a candle of thanksgiving
 
at the wayside shrine

Shopper

 
 
 

Unexpected rain—
 
a post-Thanksgiving shopper
 
darts into a store.

Flight

 

Thanksgiving morning—

watching the geese gather strength

for their long flight south

Written

 
 
 

written in the stones
 
old stories of thanksgiving
 
and new runes of grace