Foggy Everglades morning on New Year's Eve
A New Year's Poem
{by
Yours truly}
Upon this
eve of New Year’s Day
The morning
fog sits low and grey
And whispers
‘round as if to say,
“Do you
dare? Oh come what may!”
It’s taunt
is loud and hovers near
I wait for the
heavy clouds to clear
To see the
sun and not to fear
The unknown
path ahead that’s drear.
But then the
white light turns to gold
And beams
flicker through the heavy folds.
The sun is
strong and takes a hold
And calms
and hushes worries untold.
For here
comes the New Year’s Day
With light
and hope to break away
Regret and
fear that’s gone astray
To guide us
new with hope I pray.
So open up
to the sun’s warm glow
And rid of
heavy mist and woe.
A bright new
start swirls high and low
Like a
twinkling painting from Van Gough.
The New
Year’s bells will loudly cheer,
“Leave all
your burdens and your fear!
Show love
and joy to those so dear
And have a
very happy New Year!”
--Is anyone else in complete disbelief that its 2015?--
