Tammy Powers-Hall Copyright ©2026 The golden light of autumn’s day Fills every corner, warm and slow, As hands in touch, a gentle sway, We share the feast, and love grows more. The turkey’s skin, a caramel glow, The pumpkin pie, sweet as the moon, The cranberry’s crimson, deep and slow, A feast for senses, rich and true. Your breath, a whisper in the air, Like cinnamon in winter’s breath, The way you lean, the way you care, Makes every bite a tender feast. The table’s edge, w