New Year’s Eve:
the night of the birth
of a
fresh
new
year.
 
The week has whirled by- for me.
Whirled by with
thoughts
swirling
swirling
 
like the mist
that
swirls round
the
mountains that we love.
 
Thoughts trailing…
heading this way
and
that way
 
like that white mountain
scarf, tendril
tendrils
furling
round…
 
I wanted to grasp those thoughts…
reflections calling me…
calling from
within
my
heart,
within
my
soul…
during
this very last
week of the year.
 
I want — to—
 
Capture those ideas
and
pin them
down.
 
But it has not
been
meant
to be.
(yet)
 
It was not
to be.
 
So welcome,
Welcome
New Year.
 
May you bring happiness.–
Be blessed.
 

All those thoughts-
I am sure
I will
find
another
day-
maybe not
so wispy
so
out of reach-
so
hard to capture
and
pin down.