Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Mid-Winter





Firelight, lamplight, tree lights
share the glow of the new moon,
and the new year.

Old grief lingers
in places least expected,
soothed by soft growth of
new dreams.

6 comments:

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

Granny Sue -- very mellow and moving. -- barbara

Granny Sue said...

Thank you, Barbara. It's the time of year for reflection, at least for me.

Mama-Bug said...

That's a wonderful little poem Sue, really makes me think.

Nance said...

heart felt

Granny Sue said...

Thank you Mama-bug and Nance.

Patricia said...

perfect for this time of year...

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