The Ember in November

Things I am Grateful for

The year’s flame burns low,
Igniting gratitude’s coals,
And one-by-one I count my blessing.

I am grateful for my birth,
Upon this planet Earth:
A blessing for my soul.

Gratitude is November’s ember,
Its fuel is the little things I take for granted,
Its oxygen the prayer of thanks
I intone at dawn.

I am grateful for the morning sun,
For the snow blanketing Mount Charleston,
And to the Veterans of uncounted wars.
Whose sacrifices protect my freedom.

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Form: Free Verse