The old year clings to its fragile stalk,
In its husk hang dreams and memories,
minutes and hours dried to a crisp.
The dawn of the new year shines pale,
impotent in its infancy,
tiny arms flung to the heavens.
Uncertain, each regards the other; one
with suspicion and the weight of wisdom,
the other with wonder, innocent of pain or pleasure.
The old bows in silence,
falls to the rights of the year to come.
As it falls,
it scatters seeds
and the sunlight
notes where they land.
Wonderful thoughts! Thanks.
Thanks Stephen! Happy New Year!!
Goodnes, Melody . . .this was super touching and powerful too. Thank you!
Thanks Deb! A Happy New Year to you!!
I like this poem; it feels right. It speaks to what we all know – elegantly. A well-done piece, Melody.
That was indeed powerful because it’s true and we feel the truth of it. Beautifully done, Melody.
It’s great to see that your ability to weave words has carried into the new year. Happy snow.
Hey! I’ve been wondering how you’re doing in your post-posting era. Hope your holidays were wonderful and you’ve had a great start to the new year!
I got this crazy idea that I could be a cartoonist even though I can’t draw. I’m having great fun with it and channelling my creative instincts. It’s at krahnicles.com
Awesome!! I’ll be stopping by soon!
And that is the order of things….. 🙂 So we can be hopeful that all will be well.