December 31st
Dreams of birds flown south
live in shadows of summer past.
Gray skies and cold drafts
come as winter settles the land.
A year’s ending
when a friend mourns
her sister’s passage,
brings hopes for another beginning.
On days like this
I wonder about my life,
the reasons we live and die
seasons and incarnations of time.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2012
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