The Absence of Wavelength

Thanksgiving 2

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems-thanksgiving


'Twas twilight in your hair
         The parting in my scalp
Hidden beneath waves of Autumn
         Summer flowing freely away
To a fading sun collecting
         All our warmth
From marrow wracked
         By black, persistent Winter

Yearning hunger sated
         At our final feast
Harvest's remainder
         Shelved 'til Spring
In the chilled alcoves
         A gray screen sputters
Yesteryear's colors, huddled
         Beneath quilts on lazy chairs
Reclined, sallow limbs pale
         Mints and marshmallow dreams
Fill our pillared heads.