Thanksgiving–a day steeped in tradition, handed down to us from our nation’s original immigrants in celebration of a bountiful harvest. A time for community, a time for family and friends. However you spend this thanksgiving day…
….whether in the smallest of gestures, as exemplified simply in Mary Taitt’s (Grosse Pointe Farms, 2001) haiku:
to eat stale bread and
coo small thanks, pigeons gather
at our elder’s feet
….manning a soup kitchen as frankly described in Silvia de la Garza’s (Manlius 2011) haiku:
black and white faces
awaiting the noon-day meal
….spending the day outdoors, as cleverly described in Linda Liddiard’s (Moravia 2010) haiku:
Oak leaves drift softly,
men on fields in bright colors.
Tight spirals land hard.
….or gathering around the dining room table with family and friends as warmly described in Anne Mackenzie’s (Homer 2014) haiku:
pepper specks on buttered corn
black starlings scatter
Community builds / bridges of thought between us / hope for the future.