Rustling of the autumn leaves
Wind howling at the eaves
Cracking of the majestic oak
Covering us in a darkened cloak.
To our wax and wick
We set about right quick
Then to the table we gather
For a family game of Scrabble.
An hour has soon to pass
And still the darkness has last
As the kids we try to entertain
To avoid hearing them complain.
The hours tick by to four
Maybe even a bit more
The degrees have dropped inside
Along with the eeriness of this night.
These conveniences we do surmise
When without are taken by surprise
Take these moments or hours to reflect
How blessed we are in retrospect.
The power has now been restored
We're all snuggled in for our nightly snore
Thank you MLEC electrical team
My family can now peacefully dream.
~SS
11/18/17
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Author:
SunSearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After a bad storm with tornado damage came through our town yesterday, we were without power for about 6 or 7 hours. With November being the month of thanks I decided to reflect on this particular blessing.
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