Thanksgiving, another old church word, breathes
in and out with the
leaves turning
in the rain drops falling,
kelly green side up, dull green underside up, back and forth, waving and dancing, good
morning, good
morning, good
morning.
Spring comes late here
in Boston and it's been a cool, overcast week, so the bright blue of the
morning sky, the perfect marshmallow white of the clouds coming
in (more rain this weekend: -LRB--RRB- and the
kelly green of those
leaves.