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A Dream For the New Year

I am blessed ...
To simply be drawing breath
With the keen cut of a bright winter eventide,
A blossom-tickled breeze of spring,
A long, warm kiss of summer anticipation,
Or a clear, crisp exhilaration of an autumn zephyr ...
To pull it, deep, into my lungs and being,
To let its voice and coursing whisper my soul,
And speak the appreciation of life and love to my marrow.
Oh, how dark the year behind me ...
Much of which is not worth the turn of my head
To gaze back upon in consideration - 
Trial and illness and death and sorrow,
All showed their visages as stark and terrifying as ever.
Yet among it all, there were blessings,
Gifts given that I've yet to realize or know in their fullness,
The greatest of which is all I dream for the year to come,
All I truly require of the future ...
(All else will be added unto me in good time),
To simply be drawing breath.
Yes ... I am blessed.





Written and submitted on January 5, 2020
For the "New Year Dreams" Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke, Sponsor.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Ligon Avatar
January 8, 2020 at 11:39 PM
It's great that you show appreciation for the life you've been given! I enjoyed this very much! Congrats!
Marcum Wong Avatar
January 8, 2020 at 5:47 PM
This is very beautiful and deserving of your First Placement Greg. Congratulations! Many blessings for the new year. xxoo
Watson Avatar
January 8, 2020 at 4:09 PM
I've just read this for the first time,Greg. Beautiful thoughts to dwell on and as usual, written so masterfully. We should indeed be thankful for the gift of each new day. A fave.
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