Considering the meal

Sunshine here up in the woods, much like his,
but snow too, and howling winds,
and year-ending colors like rust and burnt yellows.
We've come for a week, to consider one meal:
a turkey sacrificed,
potatoes, bread, and pumpkin just the same,
it's the beginning of our planning,
the two of us in front of the fire,
dog asleep in her lap, my lap, her lap,
we scheme,
we plan,
maintaining a spirit of gratitude,
to feed our people.