Thanksgiving at 4:28
4:28 and the sun has lost its edge
No longer the master of the sky.
See the hawk dive from the heights;
The moon now alone sails on high.
Thanksgiving dinner is done,
Washed dishes rest on the rack,
Water on the boil for some green tea,
Seems time to kick it on back.
Families make their way back home
As summer at last loosens it cling.
A breeze comes with a welcome chill
As a happiness fills up everything.
Later for TV’s late football
And all its rah-rah brouhaha.
Later for all that yuletide wishing
And all of its fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Let’s just sit and watch the sun take its rest;
This Thanksgiving has been one of the best.