Two weeks ago now, and New Years Day was sparkling.
I took this photo walking home from friends.
Here's my poem:
The day is as fresh as a new blue dress
The year is a cloak no one has ever worn
I put on the day and the year and spin
in front of the mirror - where will I go?
What new loves will be born?
1 comment:
Ah, Victoria, I'm catching up too. A pleasure it is reading your blog. And the photo is so beautiful. Your poem inspires me so, too.
More later... Nessa
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