Each New Year we leave something or someone behind  us in the old year, some we will forget about and some will stay with us in our memory.

The gift of memory

Sometimes our gifts are hidden
And clearly not in view
That’s when we search for answers
To questions we once knew
But time it has a habit
Of stealing what we miss
That long forgotten name
That first elusive kiss
It all becomes a jumble
Just pictures in our minds
Things that have no titles
Like shops without a sign
No wonder its confusing
No wonder it brings fear
For the brain that lasts a lifetime
Is now quite full my dear
But please don’t press the reset
You’ll lose what went before
Just amble through your memories
For there’s no one keeping score.

 

So crisp beneath my footsteps
The earth calls out her name
For this moment she is a winter
And I know I can’t complain
For somewhere in the distance
Her summers in full play
It just I’m on the wrong side
To feel her warmth array
I don’t know how she does it
To blow so hot and cold
As she dances in the cosmos
Whose darkness does enfold
In her heart she burns so brightly
As to the sun she tilts
But the crispness of my moment
It makes my garden wilt
For half of her is sleeping
While half is still awake
As here upon my side
She takes her winter break
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It’s such a windy winter

The world is full of drafts

Sneaky little breezes

Beneath the door and glass

No matter how we cuddle

We can’t escape it’s rush

As outside in the garden

It shakes up every bush

The trees thank God are empty

So bend and sway with ease

Though gust they are so forceful

Their very roots they tease

Ships they stay at anchor

With waves to rough to roam

Breaking on the shoreline

Against the rocks they comb

Best batten down the hatches

I’m sure there’s more to come

Within this windy winter

That just goes on and on…

That Distant Horizon

Beyond my view

Can’t see the world

The way I do

To see my soul

In all it’s form

From birth till death

And then reborn

The sands of time

Beneath my feet

In restless shifts

New life to greet

What colour skin

Will I adorn

When from the womb

My Soul is torn

What challenge new

Do I accept

What joyous theme

Do I have left

How can I let

The Angels cry

As they do bid

A fond goodbye

As through the light

I hurry down

To take upon

My earthly crown

And face a new creation

Some of the greatest mistakes I have ever made , made perfect sense to my ego at the time – PTT

Music on You Tube – All that glitters is not gold – John Paul White

May I wish you a Happy New Year