Black Friday
Bargain hunters run the aisles
Gold jangles in treasure chests
Hot deals instill violence
Money god conquers the land
The grace of being is forsaken
For the pleasure of having
Black Friday.
Black Friday
Bargain hunters run the aisles
Gold jangles in treasure chests
Hot deals instill violence
Money god conquers the land
The grace of being is forsaken
For the pleasure of having
Black Friday.
Her colors faded
Age spots frozen in time
Her eyes still sparkle
And her inner light
Burns bright ‘n beautiful.
Content with her life
Sunsets and morning frost
Each little wrinkle
She gives her thanks
For every minute of it.
It’s late November
Fall colors decorate the
Thanksgiving table.
I apologize for not being able to read or write much this past month as I’ve been busy with NaNoWriMo so I thought I’d reblog my Thanksgiving story from last year for those readers who might not have seen it. Will try to catch up later this week!
Gratitude is one of the most powerful means of attracting positive energy and good things to our lives. So I try to remember to be thankful all year long for all I’ve received and all I’ve been able to give others. But in the little northern corner of the earth where I was born and raised, we did not celebrate Thanksgiving holiday in the same way it’s done in the US and Canada. That makes me an implant into this strong tradition.
As you may guess, there’s been many trials and tribulations over the years in adapting to this tradition, particularly in regard to the center piece at the dinner table, Mr. Turkey. He’s not always been very cooperative, to say the least.
During the first Thanksgiving holiday here in the US, just a few months after moving here, Mr. Turkey was missing in action in our home. I didn’t realize that he…
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Surprising outcome
Landing at the finish line
Next into customs
New manuscript in suitcase
Immigrant to writers’ world.
Making a slight turn
Approaching the homestretch now
Prepare for landing.
Sunset Boulevard
NaNoWriMo Club welcomes
Busy night writers.
Speed gravely reduced
Risk for stalling imminent
Deadstick in the cards?
The climb continues
Each word etched into the trunk
Moon blesses the sun.
Favorable seas
Putter from the small engine
Cranks words on paper.