On the porch, the quiet hush of an autumn morning,
Cup of tea warming chilled hands,
Pale sunlight bathing the deserted fairway.
Our travelers slumber amid the reassuring drone of home.
Soon the house will be alive with the melody of family
Nestled together for another Thanksgiving Day.
Yet, in my mind, the comforting spirits of other holidays linger;
Overlapping images of our own children,
of teens home from college,
and toddling grand-babies now on the brink of adulthood.
I reflect on the wonder of each
And realize that some things are given to us for just a season,
Living on in our minds,
etched as golden scenes and shared memories of
holidays passed.
©Maureen Woltermann
