Through the Trees
My gaze falls upon distant stars
of night's promise
Early morn, eyes seek light
through stoic trees
and come eve, follow sliver of gold that folds
over mountain's ridge .
May these rays alight and dwell
within, grasped ahold, and never let go.
by Margaret Bednar, January 5, 2016
My attempt to get back to poetry, to artistic expression - it is hard after such a long break. Wanted to start with a nod to renewal, not necessarily a new year's list - but something a bit more practical.
Anyway, Happy New Year to each and every one.