A new year...beginnings and endings...starting and stopping...letting go and holding on.
Circles of smoke rise from funeral pyre
as the day closes blanketing
the end of another year
and as the heart traces outlined memory
a map from head to soul
there is no cause to forget our dreams –
love and light shift
like the tide
and seasons are an intimidating reminder
like a tap from above
that our days are numbered
with caution thrown to the wind
we take a chance on the unknown ~
© 2011 Trilby Yates
1 comment:
Always good to see you post an entry, P.
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