Poetry Friday — Gratitude 8

So, I'm participating in a sort of Thankful-palooza this month.
30 Days of Gratitudes, articulated…

I am really, really enjoying it, and here's why:

When you know you're supposed to write about something you're thankful for each day, you spend the whole day looking for things you're thankful for, and dang if that doesn't result in a cup-runneth-over kind of mentality.

Honestly, I can't turn around without tripping over my cats (for whom I'm grateful) and my husband (for whom I'm grateful) and my kids and their sweatshirts and lunchboxes (for which I'm grateful) and my grandmother's creche set and my bookshelves and my running shoes and my neighbors and, well, you get the idea.

Today, I am feeling most grateful for the winter weather. 
I love the cold snaps we had this week. I love the pewter sky.
I love pulling on jeans and boots and sweaters. 
I love the change.

And when I get up at 5:00 a.m. to go work out, I really, really, really love the seat warmer in my van.
I know, I know. But it's the little things….

Relearning Winter

Mark Svenvold

Hello Winter, hello flanneled
blanket of clouds, clouds
fueled by more clouds, hello again.

Hello afternoons, 
off to the west, that sliver
of sunset, rust-colored
and gone too soon.

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