Give thanks to the gods of many things
For dancing alive in still water
For the smile on faces creased with years
and for the delight of a first surprise
For sleeping in under soft covers
and the cracked window welcoming the cold air
For brothers that call first thing in the morning
and for sisters here and over there
For all those who have gone before
carefully placing the stones along the way
For the drizzle that gives way to snow
For gathering and not gathering
with neighbors and with enemies
knowing despite all knowing
that there will be another year
on the other side of this one
A Thread You Follow 