quick gusts curl
around the corners of the house
licking at its edges before
moving on to see what
else might be doing
this new year's morn.....
what intentions impending?
what ideas formulating?
what projects and creations simmering?
what kindred making?
white doves coo unmoved
as the wind whips by
and sleepy silence takes a turn about the grounds....
it's a dance that recommences --
a gust, a wave of wonder, a blessing, and some silence:
my recipe
and wish
for this very new year....
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© 2014
Beth Anne Boardman
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