Evening Poetry, November 29

Frost in the morning. by Paul Beaman is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0

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Poem of Thankfulness
by Nathan Spoon

Today I am thankful for morning frost
touched by sunlight and sparkling

on lawns and fields    I am thankful too
for you and the warmth provided to my feet

inside ordinary socks and shoes and the way
the music of your voice enters my ears

and warms my heart leaving this planet of ours
spinning (if only slightly) more easily;

and I will consider how the world is good
difficult and good and how a lifetime

is both too short and too long
and how the injured heart cannot heal but

as researchers in Sweden have discovered
the muscle of our disadvantaged organ also can

and does slowly replenish itself      Today
when the bigness of the sky asks whoever

is standing beneath it are you ready
the gray trees drowsing and temporarily losing

the last of their burnt sienna leaves will say yes
and you will say yes and I will say yes too

You can find this poem in The Wonder of Small Things: Poems of Peace & Renewal.