January 1, 2014

The new year, a new hope

 

the ebbing of the year:

once so slow and languid

now speeds along at a breakneck pace.

this year is replaced

by another

and the rhythm resumes:

the beat thrumming

through my days,

the heartbeat of time,

steady and true

through the crises,

the perils, the nightmares

and the inexpressible joys

of my ebbing life.

one more year

to reflect upon the wrong turns,

to treasure whatever is precious,

to reject the darkness,

to insist upon the light.

as the old year gasps its last

and I hang on the precipice of despair,

the new year appears,

as the golden sun rising

in this

another new year of my life,

and I am restored.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I missed this one in the New Year's shuffle. Glad I came back to it, at once melancholy and hopeful

[Rita L. Sev]

The new year comes, and we are again tossed into the cycle... Great write, Annie! Happy 2014 - 11 days old already...

[Tom]

In with the new out with the old !

Happy New year Annie !

[Pryde Foltz]

as the golden sun rising
in this
another new year of my life,
and I am restored.

Excellent play on the light and the dark. Duality at its best.