Every year, in November, I write a poem composed of all of the gratitude words I kept track of in my blog throughout the year. This year's poem: Today, I am grateful for Sundays with Sam, We are staying in, we are walking, we are going out to brunch with friends, Outside at Sage and Cinder, overlooking the lighthouse, We are glowing, golden, soaked in autumn light. Tomorrow, I am grateful for power, water, electricity, We are always staying in, shelter above, comfort below, Outside, a new roof, a playful lawn, and shiny gutters, We are painted tricorn black and extra white in autumn light. Many autumn mornings, I am alone reading, Book One: Miss Brooke and Susan Palwick’s stories, In a quiet room of my own, reading and writing poetry, I have listened to music with calm restraint. Many autumn afternoons, I am held by spaniels in my lap, Weighted by a spring green book with gold and silver, too, In a quiet room of my own, tricorn black and extra white poppets, I have cleared r...