I forgot to post this poem back on Thanksgiving, which is when I wrote it. But it’s good to practice gratitude every day, right? So here it is–full of remembering and the future tense…

Grateful for the exaltation
Of larks like leaves blowing
In the blue sky above
Me the wind roaring
With no voice to displace it

You’ll see you’ll see
Your breath in my mouth motionless as a star