|Vintage postcard from my collection|
A lone gray goose flies overhead;
I hear its distant call.
The trees have lost their gold and red --
We're deep into the fall.
It's time to husk the Indian corn
To decorate the room --
To take the place of fresh-cut flowers
That now no longer bloom.
I've gathered in the last few squash;
The garden looks forlorn.
A rooster pheasant glides across
A field of rustling corn.
Our hearts are filled with thanks to God
For health and joy of living,
For beauty at this time of year,
For harvest and Thanksgiving.
~ Vivian Rice
How beautiful! What wonderful images and thankful thoughts it conjures up for me ... and I hope for you too.