with their fall of golden light
and ginger leaves drifting down.
Grant me these velvet starry nights
while I nest and pull high the comforter.
give me pause to think of you,
my spicy friends of all the seasons
we spiral dancers of moon and sun.
Pass me the sweet and the mashed.
Pies of pumpkin, apple and pecan,
Oh my! Fill my plate full and high.
I whisper words of gratitude
And especially now, when I feel
so stuffed with home-cooked love.