Thanksgiving

Chill days are better spent inside
With those you love, perhaps with food.
And if a purpose is implied,
It's just to warm the present mood,
Make everyone remember why
They brave the cold outdoors to come,
And maybe split some kind of pie.
On days when clouds make sunshine glum,
It's hard sometimes, sans company,
To find a reason to be glad.
But when there's warmth and food, there'll be
A greater joy still to be had:
In common contemplation of
The way that food expresses love.