harvesting memories ~feat nett~.
crisp, the leaves were
falling, painting the surface
i smelled apple cider
in the wind.
turkey's were gabbling
in the distance.
Upon a closer view, smoke
emerged from the chimney
stack filling the air of amber wood aroma.
Moistened mini marshmallows dove into
dark chocolate cocoa.
The cinnamon sticks leaving countless
around the rim of the squash coloured mug.
as the liquid kissed my lips
i was covered in a choco
leaving me warm
and ready for snow fall
coming for the next season.
the sounds from the kitchen
i could hear bustling about
and glasses banging together.
The stove tops warming pots of;
chunked red russet mashed potatoes with skin,
homemade mushroom country gravy,
cinnamon-butter yams and seasoned cornbread stuffing.
The oven baked sweet honey glazed Hawaiian
rolls filling the kitchen with laughter and cheer.
The wine was made
by stomping the grapes
from the vineyard out back.
I'm sure Uncle Chris will
make inappropriate jokes
once as he gets a taste.
Grandma's finest gold
China flatware dazzled
the dining room table.
Crystal glasses were
topped off with the sweet
The table soon dressed
with a forty-six pound
golden crisp turkey
as we all gathered around with sides.
we bow our heads with a prayer
and we keep our
ancestors in mind for what they did
so many years ago.
with a thanks we give for the food and the family around us.
we begin to eat.
Laughter echoes the walls of the house
and the warmth embraced through
every lasting smile. We are truly thankful,
thankful for our
loved ones and this sweet tasting wine.