A farewell, and a hope.
The old year fades, its shadows lengthening
as memories of many griefs, familiar now,
bid their wistful goodbyes
and onto the horizon there arise
the gleams of phoenix fire, bright as dawn.
Posted on January 1, 2007, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Fearful Symmetry 
May the memories of those griefs fade clean. And here’s to fresh beginnings streaking across our skies. Cheers. ^_^
Hi
Bye