Connections: November 24.16

Ah, the blessed smells

of drumstick, onion, sage!

Heady kitchen air

sets Thanksgiving stage.

Last year’s turkey fumes

ignited my writer’s brain

so I’m posting last year’s ballad

on my blog again:

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, DEAR READER!

Connections: July 29

Last night summer stopped

suspended on cicada rasp

breathless

 in gentle winged grasp.

Connections