Open Poetry #17 |
Farewell, Auld Lang Syne |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Farewell, Auld Lang Syne gently large, white flakes fall from a gray-white sky sprinkling fairy-dust as the minutes go by coating the land with a layer of white washing from view remnants of dust, rust, autumn’s crust chill seeps through the glass as yellow dog investigates the grass licking, sniffing,tip-toeing with his paws pauses a moment as if frozen in time then lays a big one there in the rime and I taken aback with my lack of premonition as I suffer the day in a pondering condition contemplating the passing of the final hours of the year when the night will bend and fold away the past then commence the new of two-thousand-two somewhere the stars twinkle a farewell to contrived hours, days, months and the year as we give way to hope edged with a tiny bit of fear what will it hold, this new one ahead, dare we plan for no tragedies, dare we hope for no dread dare we cling to a tiny thread of expectation, of promise, that wherever we are brought He is there and will bring us through in His perfected will? We must, surely, we must...TRUST. ©December 31, 2001 I almost feel like I should preface this with, "Stuff happens!" :O} So, alas, I placed the remark here, at the end. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Virginia, I wish you and yours the Happiest of New Years...and peace shall reign... |
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