Through the gate and
into the cold winter world,
the New Year comes to greet the Old.
Not to replace or relive,
but revive –
tired hands,
tired hearts,
tired minds –
and bring new light
to the darkest days.
New Light (A Poem)
A Virginia Writer's Diary
Go places – Meet people – Write stories
ennui come see me drift away
tomorrow and to day
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Splendid words and photo.
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Thank you!
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