The night is drawing to a close

Walking into the night

The blanket of darkness

Hides what is to come

What is to be

In the new year

For now the curtains are closing

On the old year

Dust-sheets put on joy and grief

Memories filed away

A photo-album shut

The urge for the sunrise to come

A virgin day

An unwritten story

The promise of will be

The fear of what’s to come

Break free with the first rays of sunshine

And so it keeps turning

Said wheel

In the end there is beginning

As below so above

Year after year

Life after life

Until …


on a year well lived
tears cried
fears fought
things learned

people met
people left
people loved
people hugged

puppies cuddled
birds watched
flowers smelled
books read
poems written

people hated
people forgiven
me forgiven
boundaries set

bicycles ridden
mountains climbed
defeat admitted
overcoming planned

dances in kitchen
children’s smiles
football in the park
sticky fingers in my face

letting go of pain
letting go of anger
letting go of fear
embraced darkness until the light came through

defining purpose
for now
loving life
loving love
so much love

and this poem list
runs out
out of space for everything that has no words
but made this year so
dark, colourful, light, loving, difficult, challenging, optimistic, opportune, and utterly, completely, beautifully livable

thank you

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