Hello New Possibilities
New destinies now await
A drop splashes upon a head of hair,
Dribbles down a solemn cheek,
The clouds tears slowly fall,
A silent goodbye to the year’s last week.
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The breeze blows the past behind,
Just a memory that’ll now fade,
Another goodbye, one of many,
Into history it’ll now wade.
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The future arrives with destiny untold,
The trees flutter and wave goodbye,
A gentle toss of leaves sail on the wind,
And the heaven above heaves a mighty sigh.
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Light flashes behind the clouds,
In celebration as another year leaves,
Thunder claps in raucous applause,
And air slowly lightens as it breathes.
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The insects chorus a hallelujah,
Gaining strength as the darkness falls,
The clouds let go of their tears of joy,
And Mother Nature worships their calls.
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The birds whistle in their happy song,
Dancing upon wings in the colour of rainbows,
Looping and flying in synchronicity,
As they sail on the currents of the airflows.
**
Wallabies cluster in family groups,
Waiting to see what the new year brings,
Prosperity welcomed by one by all,
And hope is on the lips as every animal sings.
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The pages of this new year start off blank,
Stories are waiting to be written and told,
Anything is possible when a new start reigns,
And destinies are spoken as they unfold.
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Hello new year and welcome to your birth,
The animal kingdom and human kind await,
Breaths are held everywhere on earth,
Hesitating to see in which possibility they’ll now partake.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
Blessed New Year, Colleen!
Uplifting and inspiring. Well done!
This was so wonderful, optimistic and uplifting! Well done my friend!
Love this, the new year bring a new reality to our life. ❤️
Well done!