31st
Bruised clouds drift past
The blushing start
Of a day like no other.
Last of the year.
They make no promises,
They offer no vows,
They have no goals
Other than existing
Until a strong gust
Of will blows them
Into new balloon shapes.
My molecules gather
But do not drift apart
No matter how many times
I ask them to.
I tune them to stillness
Until they reverberate together
And I become a singing bowl
Forever chanting
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
As they sled down the back of the mountain,
Where chickens peck,
Spotted cows chew,
And a frosted dew
Winks thoughtfully
Over another year,
Silently considered.
Happy New Year to all. I’m grateful, and humbled by the love and support from so many of you over the past year. It means more than I could ever express. You fuel my writing journey and continually inspire me to be better. Here’s to great things ahead in 2019!
