It's Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada...
Oh, doesn’t fall just turn you inside out with happiness
So much to love and tuck into kind prayers of
thankfulness
Where colours of the world crescendo; nature’s orchestra
Slows earth’s impatient audience and fills our hearts
with awe
Oh, doesn’t fall just make you wanna dance a dosey-doe
Take that wind-ruffian by the arm as round and round we
go
While leaf-shaped notes spiral in a canticle, crimson-tossed
As we drink in the elixir of sunshine steeped in frost
Oh, doesn’t fall just thrill and enthrall you with its
appeal
A beautiful withdrawal from sea-song’s silver and teal
Where what once authored quiet dread, in a riot of bliss
Bequeaths a sentimental satisfaction for what is
Oh, doesn’t fall just fill you with oceans of gratitude
The seed has freed its fortune and the flower is subdued
The earth and its fullness thereof hath wielded labour’s
rod
And humbled us with harvest as we pay homage to God
Oh, doesn’t fall just stir in you a soulful metronome
Where death’s clock-tower tolls and makes more holy,
home-sweet-home
Though we might take the long way just to hear the crunch of
leaves
And maybe hum the old-time hymn of Bringing in the Sheaves
Oh, doesn’t fall just wake in you a weight of imminence
The russet frond, frost-brittle now that fringed the pond
and fence
The eventide is earlier with sky wide deep’ning blue
Where farewell is a word we never fully get used to
Oh, doesn’t fall just make you feel a little like a king
Crowned with summer-gold memories that only love can
bring
And doesn’t fall just always strike you to the very core
Because we always have so much to be so thankful for
© Janet Martin
