Tuesday, December 27, 2016

poem of the day December 27


The days seem to
move faster
as the New Year approaches
I wonder if it is 
the strong dark
cradling the weak light
breeding unsettled anticipation
of something old ending
something new beginning
And not wanting to be trapped 
in the slack tide of limbo
where the reflection of spaces
float on uncharted seas
full of change

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