As a blue moon rises over the waning year
spilling soft light through cloud-lace,and tree shadows,
we burrow into the comfort of home.
Warm air from the woodstove
curls through hallways,
through doorways,
through the memories of bygone days.
Stories rise like the moon,
up through gales of laughter,
up through tears of loss or longing,
like ribbons, weaving things together...
weaving us together.
~ a poem for New Year's Eve, by aisling, 12/31/2009
12 comments:
And what an uplifting, beautiful poem it is, Aisling! The words flowed like the champagne many (not me, hate the stuff) shall indulge in come midnight tonight!
Happy New Year!
Brenda
Brenda, Thank you! I always imagine you being the most wonderful hostess, because your comments are so kind and gracious! A happy new year to you too!
I love your poem, Aisling! Happy New Year, friend!
Pom Pom, Thank you for coming by this evening. Happy New Year to you too. An hour and a half til next year! Imagine that!
"Stories rise like the moon" - just beautiful! Have a wonderful New Year, so glad to have you as a new blogfriend, Aisling!
Susan, Thank you! I love the connections we make through "blogland" as you call it! Very best wishes for the year ahead. :)
Beuatiful photo and poetry. I really liked this one.
Jessica, Thank you for letting me know you liked this poem. Happy New Year to you and your beautiful family!
Your poem is stunning, Aisling! What a perfect way to end one year and begin our next.
Thank you for sharing your gift, my friend.
Prairie Star, I'm happy to share my thoughts with you, and so glad you appreciate them. Thank you for visiting. May you have a blessed and happy New Year!
Dear Aisling - another beautiful poem. Blessings sent your way.
Ernestine, Thank you for the kind comment, and the blessings which I receive with gratitude. Blessings to you as well!
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