Seasonal helms of thanksgiving; a boatswain’s oar,
Steady decks of cruise-ships tossed in life’s candor.
Unspoken kindness; compassion’s dwindling paddle
Reaps a surging ocean ride on discomfort’s saddle.
Blanket might-have-beens; driftwood to the soul,
Wring moisture from the leaves in comfort’s bowl.
Philosopher’s stones rubbing the sands of the wise,
Return diamonds as grace clasps in strings of pearls.