While the ginkgoes have gotten the idea, and dropped all their leaves, so many of the other trees around here have not gotten the idea. Maybe the turkey soup will do it.
In two days
Another year begins.
I make turkey soup
In celebration
From Thanksgiving leftovers,
Figure out
Where we stored
The Advent wreath
Last year.
The trees have yet
To figure out
A new year is coming.
They may not be on
The church calendar.
I will open the doors
So the trees smell
Turkey soup.
Turkey soup is the aroma
Of a new year.
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