The Sense of Fulfillment

As in winter the old year gets lost to me it’s clear In the spent old life what I could wish for as new I’ll be looking forward to in the coming New Year Or what I’ll like to change for me and for you. Maybe I’ll get up in the sunny morning a bit early Go for a leisurely stroll on the serene sea shore See the golden sun rise in scarlet sky in majesty Perceive the colors of youth I haven’t seen before. Maybe I’ll walk beguiled in the blooming garden I haven’t gone awhile although it’s just next door See how in twilight gleam the new leaves glisten Observe the patina of youth I haven’t seen before. Maybe in the winsome woods I’ll wander in delight When I did this the last time I don’t know for sure See the full moon spread blue tinsels in dark night Feel the touch of youth I haven’t felt before. Maybe I’ll sit by the open window at sunset In autumn days to see the trees gilded galore Read the poems of love of an unknown poet Feel the passion of youth I haven’t felt before. Maybe I’ll hold your hands and look in the eyes For they seem to drift away not near anymore See from their dim depth new glitter of joy rise Feel the sense of fulfillment I haven’t felt before. Written : December 12, 2021 January 1, 2023 For Brian Strand No 1165 Contest