Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Praise and thanksgiving

"Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not despair.
Praise what little there's left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees.
Praise the meadow of dried weeds:
yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer.
Praise the blue sky that hasn't cracked.
Praise the sun slipping down behind the beechnuts,
praise the quilt of leaves that covers the grass:
Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum, Sugar Maple.
Though darkness gathers,
praise our crazy fallen world;
it's all we have, and it's never enough."

Barbara Crooker - Radiance


KGMom said...

Yes--it is all we have. And it is good. Cherish it and respect it.

Jayne said...

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours Laura!

Ruth said...

That is a lovely poem. Happy Thanksgiving!

bobbie said...

thank you for the lovely poem, Laura. Happy Thanksgiving!

MevetS said...

My favorite time of the year, wonderfully captured in words. Thanks.

The Bunns said...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Lené Gary said...

The image and poem are beautiful! Thank you for introducing me to a writer I'm not familiar with. Hope you had a great holiday. :)