Early evening opening into a November sky
Of fog brightened stars and shadowed trees,
Wicker chairs creaking as we lean back and yawn,
Sharing sweet warm tea and Anjou pears.
Coltrane's Meditation on the stereo,
It flows and rises,
Moves along with the autumn song
Of the wind and the birds in our garden.
It's so peaceful here, after dinner,
Relaxed and easy, where this is the wish:
The working world slips away and it's just us,
Here on the back porch, feeling the night,
Feeling it all wrap around us
So vibrant and crisp,
Alive with thanksgiving,
With each other.
