Each pathway
holds its secret;
this conduit to
the future,
undisclosed, like
the breath
of a coming year.
Tangled
possibilities
and massed
distractions surround
like squirrels
scurrying through
with hungry
agendas.
We will walk this
way,
optimistic for
the day
and journey’s
rainbow end;
for there lies
promise
unfulfilled
like a part
completed crossword
or an anagram
with letters
still to place.
2 comments:
Keith, I love the photo as well as the verse. Beautiful, really beautiful.
Happy new year Keith.
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