You burden branches gaze at hill and vale…
windows of aged time have arrived;
slumbers slowly in snarls of snow
encumbered unlike etchings in sand.
You choose not to quiver or quake…
Is not dried weed loose from bondage?
Tramp down a pathway let the count begin
“ten, nine, eight…” back at the life-gate!
Single serene smile is stilled,
as snow softens in day’s sunlight.
Shaking loosely to frozen ground…
hear the drip, drip from heavy limb.
Pledge profit none as broken kindle;
windows of time have come again.
What be in another turning year?
A starting point to be renewed?
Snow falls heavy upon branches;
while another day it returns
to linger, taunting last year’s promise.
A new year’s resolution to begin…
Linking up with:Poetics– ChaNGe & TuЯns over at dVerse
Firstly, apologies for my tardiness! and secondly, happy new year!…really enjoyed the themes of rebirth as personified by the seasons. I think that snow and snowmelt is always such a great metaphor for the subject, and this time of year, what with xmas and new year. Enjoyed reading this…thanks
I really like this…. I wanted to wish you and your family a very Healthy and Happy New Year..Michelle
There’s something ‘real’ about the line: ‘hear the drip, drip from heavy limb’ ~ it got me ~ nice capture
Makes me wonder how thousands of years ago they thought of time and seasons changing and years passing…your poem is timeless and beautiful ..Happy New Year..
What a lovely picture and words on new (renewed) beginnings ~ I wish you Happy New Year ~
Cheers~
..ah..changes like these signals a brighter beginnings… you always have a fine way with words… i seemed to like ‘em more & more in every visit… and this in particular i think is one of my favourite of yours… excellent… happy new year… smiles..
Shaking loosely to frozen ground…
hear the drip, drip from heavy limb… a lovely image for the old year ending and something new about to start..
nice…what will we start…and what will we finish…or is the new year just another marker on the path…the snow is beautiful and pure, but melts…its water giving life to the seed that will grow come spring….
Thoughtful lovely poem. I try to think of each day as a starting point since I’m not very good at keeping my resolutions! I love the snow here and it’s a beautiful picture. k.
This is a beautiful poem. Happy New Year!
Ah, yes, each new year is a starting point. And we never know what the year will bring. It is a starting point of something yet undetermined. Happy New Year to you.