Seasons of Secrets

Seasons bring change and our past to present. But if our moods and sensations that surface are really all we are, then our memories move us as often as the weather moves above us. Below, a few words written some time ago in appreciation of the seasons gone by.

Give
Give an unreasonable amount of thanks today
Unreasonable amounts

Thanks

I'm giving my thanks to a woman who gave me an unreasonable amount of thanks. 

Because you taught me we are wiser
to be present
more mature
be understanding
that in my future
there would be an awful lot of anger

My little body would jump out of bed
as soon as I saw light
I would throw on my little clothes
put on my little shoes
run my little legs past the cartoons
on the tube
out the door
down the steps
across the lawn
up your steps
to your door
to knock little knocks
to let me in

But you knew

The door would open
it was you

But you knew

Delighted
I would run past you
to the kitchen
to take a seat
at the table
already set
with a bowl
filled with food
a glass
filled with drink

But you knew

You sat across from me
before our first bite
we would give thanks

But you knew

Give an unreasonable amount of thanks today
Unreasonable amounts

Thanks