Black Friday

While looking through the sideboard drawers for candles for the Thanksgiving table, I found the Advent wreath candles I never used last year.  We never quite readied ourselves for Advent.  This year, helping serve Thanksgiving in the soup kitchen, and making dinner for three at home, I feel we have a head start on cleaning.   Advent seems almost certain this year, Advent on a simpler scale.  Soon and very soon, we are going to see the King.  We already have all the ingredients for Advent here.  We are well in the black.

While it appeals

To help stores

Cover costs,

Make their bottom line,

For yet another year:

I won*t.

Today is lovely and blue,

The pumpkins

Still strong and orange

In the outside planters.

This morning I drink coffee

From the dinosaur mug,

Contemplate the sun patterns

On the floor

While the family sleeps

Upstairs.

Soup ingredients wait

Lined up on the counter.

Yesterday I found candles for the Advent wreath

Never used last year.

Yesterday I scored four candles:

Three purple and a pink.

Today I will look for

What waits to be seen,

What is buried

Here in this house.

I will make turkey soup

From the turkey carcass

Picked clean.

Perhaps I will unearth the breadmaker

From years ago.

I think I know where it is

On a shelf

In the basement,

Behind all the other boxes.

Perhaps I will end the day,

Bottom line,

Well in the black.