no doubt, by now you’re stuffed to the gills with turkey and dressing.
perhaps a poem would be just the thing to wash it all down?
we’re gratitude focused, and it’s a choice — as it always is.
this first holiday has been hard, and when i tried to put “how hard” into words it came seeping out in tiny bits and fragments …
… and when you’re an English major, you get to call that poetry.
care to visit my guest post today over at in the hush of the moon? — a place where dear friend Emily writes words that make one weep for joy …