I am thankful for the small things
the early morning cup of tea
heat blowing under my knees
in the relentless chill of the study
the blanket wrapped around me
sunset orange, soft and comfy
a view of the garden and all I can see
dried honeysuckle vines on a breeze
a cheeky pheasant pecking berries
a squirrel scurrying up the apple tree
deer eating remaining leaves
the rattling chatter of a single magpie
time for poetry, reading and thinking
always thankful for the small things
Kim M. Russell, 23rd November 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Giving Thanks
Brendan says it’s not cold in Florida, but further North, a vaster chill gathers and deepens – I know, I can feel it this morning! – and south of the equator, there is an equidistant suggestion of spring. As he so eloquently puts it, one half trudges toward winter while the other breathes a springtide sigh of relief.
This week in the United States it’s Thanksgiving, which Brendan describes as a celebration of family and community much eroded by capitalism and pandemic, while Christmas looms on the horizon, a different one this year for millions of people who are isolating, shielding or grieving over lost family members.
Brendan asks us to praise the season we enter, this time in which we still exist, and give thanks for the bounty we are yet surrounded by, the nurture of what’s given.
writing in north norfolk 
Lovely post 😊
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Many thanks!
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You are welcome 😊
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This is a charming poetic gratitude list. I love ‘ the rattling chatter of a single magpie’ – it really brings the image to life. We need to be grateful for the small things with so many external worries which threaten to overwhelm us.
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Thank you, Ingrid. I’m very fond of the magpie that visits our garden.
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Me, too. The small pleasures and joys that make us grateful.
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🤗
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They are the important ones. (K)
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Indeed!
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What a sweet and delicate poem that gently reminds us of life’s simple joys even in troubled times.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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Gardens are a great thing, Kim, as you point out so well in this poem, as I write I can hear a woodpecker tapping on the cedar trim around the dormer of our house! JIM
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Thanks Jim! Sadly, there are no cedars around here and the woodpecker is long gone.
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True…
I think our whole life is not enough to show the gratitude🙏🏻
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