A Thanksgiving Poem


Looking outside my picture window, watching the orange-colored
Leaves falling from my maple tree.
Each leaf covers the once-green grass like the blanketing of the
white winter snow.
A cold fall wind I feel the warmth of the shining sun.
The beauty of God's creation: the season of fall, a
Thanksgiving Day.

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