Thankfulness

The year has turned its circle,

The seasons come and go.

The harvest all is gathered in

And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields, their yellow grain,

So open wide the doorway,

Thanksgiving comes again.
~Author: Unknown

A time of many things

pressing and urgent

delightful and fulfilling

all keeping me from my computer

for a few days

may each of you

find rich blessings

during this season