first frost alert
this Thanksgiving morning
alone
I heat the tea kettle
and wait for its whistle
FYI: For more about understatement, see "To the Lighthouse: A Rhetorical Device, Understatement"
And the following tanka I wrote last year could be read as a sequel:
alone
to reheat leftovers ...
the memories
we didn't share but bury inside
on Thanksgiving night
