Well almost. The turkey goes in the oven later this morning then we are going to celebrate Thanksgiving. My stomach is growling already. And at the moment, I'm chatting with another writer friend and artist. So here's alittle sumptin to ponder by me....

~The Note She Wrote~

The fullness comes in smooth with soft tender curves

Rising, like a round luminious moon over the mountain

No screams, just mellow exchange

Where shallow folklore can never go

O'vr a pool of shy kindness

Wishing for incense burning innocence to last

In such a particular fickle world

And I wonder who will tickle my conscious

Rambling on and on as we go yonder

O'vr and again into another day

But let us at least have what I ask

On a short and sweet note that is folded

And seen by only eyes that know me

P.S. May your Holiday be filled with peace and many blessings.