This Year
A brand new year has just begun, new page,
sheet one of twelve to see upon the wall.
It cleanly hangs, no scribbles, signs of age:
a fresh new start; a slate wiped clean of scrawl.
A time to breathe, set plans both big and small.
This year will grant new days to get things done:
our gift of time; no rush, for haste makes waste.
Still, days will pass unused and one by one,
the pages fly right off the wall replaced
by some regrets, no challenges were faced.
Yet, we will see Earth’s seasons come and go
and feel the surge of Spring’s rebirthing rite,
the Summer sun and flowers, Autumn's glow,
then winter's wonderland of snow so white.
This year... our brand new gift of life’s delight.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: This Year in English Quintain
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Judged: 02/16/2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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