With Heads Bowed
by Hugh A Tague
Late morning sun shines bright
through the limbs of leafless trees.
Halloween’s pumpkin now a month old,
on my porch, now covered with snow.
Winter’s clear cold skies came early,
Fall’s first snow, more than a coating.
Frozen air blanketed the land by night,
the lake’s top forms a layer of skim ice.
A Cornucopia overflows with Nature’s bounty,
the aroma of fresh herbs permeate my home.
Friends and family come from near and far,
traversing great distance, by plane and car.
A fire burns in my family’s brick hearth,
the great bird roasts throughout the day.
Loved ones catch up, sipping glasses of cheer;
this place in time, I shall forever hold dear.
The main table fills with food, piping hot;
the kitchens wealth prepared with love.
Smiles surround the festive dining hall,
with heads bowed, we gave thanks for it all.