smokestack plumes
through bare branches
bluest night sky

autumn leaves
the smell of apple crisp
in the oven

tis the season
a pumpkin spice latte
with my name on it

pumpkin spice rum
a warm spot by the fire
for stories

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

my first Thanksgiving
grandma, she still makes
the pies

a pinch of nutmeg
a hint of sage
family recipe

homemade noodles
drying on the counter
don't get caught!

second helping—just
warm dressing
and cranberries

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

crowded lines
a last minute purchase
stuffing

harvest baskets
overflow
the land sleeps

falling leaves
reluctantly we resign
to a long winter's nap

pile of leaves
I want to jump in
but I have to be professional

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

thanksgiving afternoon
a blanket
wrapped around me

turkey
football game—
Grandpa snoring

maybe even better
than the day before
thanksgiving turkey

turkey
the smell of
burnt sweet potatoes