I sometimes take the easy way out and pick subjects at random for this blog. This time I decided to be a bit more focused. I have a poem directly related to Thanksgiving. On looking about some I found a poem that reflects something I am very thankful for. The poem is Sometimes Beauty Is Enough. It reminds me that in writing as in nature sometimes beauty is the point. I am thankful that there are beautiful words to paint nice pictures. Please enjoy and feel free to comment.
Thanksgiving
When we sit before
our holiday feast
of vegetables, sweets,
and roasted beast.
Let us be thankful for
all the things we got
and a special thanks
for some we do not.
There are a lot of bad
things to be had,
so be both
thankful and glad.
Sometimes Beauty Is Enough
The moon throws dappled light
upon the gentle stream
which sussurates a melody
redolent of a dream.
The moonbeams sew sequins
on creek's flowing gown
so soft luminescence
bounces all aroun'.
And sparkling ripples
dance in uneven ranks
as simple and playful
as a jester's pranks.
Soft, warm breezes
play gently in the trees
as the water laps
upon the cypress knees.
The grass is full of glitter
from the evening dews
which coalesce in rivulets
on the toes of shoes.
Here in silent wonder
watch a glorious ballet
of water dancing merrily
while Spanish mosses sway.