Early morning dew
Leaves a wet stain on my shoes
And also my soul

Start day in color
Splashes of pinks and yellows
End in charcoal grey

Morning song begun
Brilliant colors in the sky
Birds sing in the trees

I write of sun and birds
And sky
That's all
I see
I write of people and tears
And joy
That's all
I feel
I write of hot chocolate and tea
And bread
That's all I  taste
I write of shouting and screaming
And laughter
That's all
I hear
I write of what I see
Real or imagined

So sad the call
Of the bird
As evening
Draws nigh
So sad the call
Of the child
As evening
Draws nigh
Sad oh so sad
When light of day
Turns into
Black Of night
But sadness no more
For light has once
Returned

Silence is around
Lives once lived are underground
Feelings are alive

Thinking of Thanks
Giving of hearts
Remembering
Counting blessings
Received
And Given
People here
And gone
Loved
Thanks
Giving