new life

winter's chill, year's end
mind's turned toward months ahead
and years behind
and the strength
of a friend

build new, keep the best
let fall what should not stand
as it shakes
new things rise
from the dust

bird of myth, wheat's grain
fall, hibernate in silent pallor
decayed away
and not the same
come again
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

bottom line

for my card-carrying friend