Thanksgiving

 for abundances grand and petite, lavish and minimal.  

Leaves

become the nest.

 

Transforming

a personal mythology.  

 

The simple. The minimal

 translates into abundance.  Or it transforms?  

A late autumn moon

reminds me of a solo bird in a tree with only necessary amount of soon-to-be winter leaves.  
 

Hospitality along the path

Whimsy never fails.  Nor does hospitality.  Happy Day of Gratitude.  

What I missed suddenly appears

when I turn around to walk home.  Yet, this tree is not easy to miss.  No branches.  More like a telephone pole with acorn lockers.  Maybe, I should spend the day, turning around. And around.