Old year passes,
Becoming yet another ghost,
Withered as leaves,
Crumbled, and carried aloft
By winter winds,
Too soon scattered
By the breezes of Time.
Is it truly spent,
Dead and long forgotten,
Living but in memory?
May not reflection
Call it from the grave,
Uncover the gain
Hold it fast
To live again?
How has its many waters
Blessed thee and me,
As sacred signs?
Will it, as muse, retain a power
For its having been,
And then no more?
What saints and angels
Sent my way,
Colored its day?
In sorrow,
Who came to hold my hand?
In joy,
Who shared my hearth?
Were there hugs, and smiles,
And laughter to tilt the scale of grief?
Can kisses and embraces be resurrected,
That fires of love be stoked
To warm and blaze anew?
Has my thanksgivings
Been recorded in the pyre,
Written in the embers now glowing
As tiger eyes flashing from the ash.
Years come, doomed , too soon to go,
But let them not hurry
To a crypt without a wake.
Drink the happy wine of memory,
Sip, as the seasons turn.
Contemplate and savor
The seasons of your soul.
©2011 Joann Nelander
love the sentiments shared.
Incredible imagery!
Hope all is well,
Appreciated your support along the way,
Welcome sharing a random piece with us today,
You rock.
Keep it up.
xoxox
your words are full of wonders.
great imagery.
Thank you Natalie. The wonders and imagery certainly surround us. Praying for eyes that see and a heart that understands.
Nicely delivered and oh so well received! Thank you! Happy New Year!
Contemplate and savor; I like it. This is what should be donw with the past to make it a useful and pleasant part of now.
Happy New Year!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/one-day-at-a-time/
“What saints and angels
Sent my way,
Colored its day?
In sorrow,”
My favorite lines! Very visual poem!
The questioning gave this a feeling of acceptance, hope. Happy new year! and enjoy gooseberry day!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/24/the-carousel-ride/