Gifts that make my life worth living,
gifts that make my moments holy.
Not gifts that I wish for,
but gifts that I have received.
Gifts that bring me back
into Joy and Gratitude.
white birches, leafless against a deep blue sky
my sons creating hurricanes of leaves with the new leaf blower
tangy apple cider
golden asparagus fields rippling in waves like the ocean
gooey pumpkin cake
geese honking as they organize themselves into a V
the crunch of leaves as you walk through the woods
wispy windswept clouds
smooth creamy chocolate-y fudge
red and yellow mums, boldly standing where other flowers have faded
turkeys ambling off the road, taking their own sweet time
and gossiping together as they walk
the smell of freshly cut wood
that tired but oh-so-good feeling of muscles that have worked hard
a field of perfect little Christmas trees
a bear carved from a tree stump
Amy chatting and waving to her own picture on the computer screen
chili and cornbread eaten outdoors on a warm November day