Thanksgiving Sky

Night falls fast over
A rising cup of Crescent Moon
Snugged behind blind clouds,
Stealing her silver coin
As they cross her face
Reminding me, reminding me.

Freely she proffers
Grace against November chill,
The lengthening dark, the silence, the weight,
Patterns of lonliness.
Every gift given, she lifts
Unencumbered, into stars, through Milky Way.
Reminding me, reminding me.


Dear Loved Ones, far and wide, May the moon reward your desires, and drop coin of our shared memories into your pocket, May she cross your face with gratitude for all you are and all you have. As Allan and I stand under her spacious light, we travel to you, pockets filled to overflowing.
Samantha

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