Wednesday, January 1, 2014

On a New Year's Morning




The house is quiet, save for dog and cat and one little boy

And me, putting words to ink.

The rest are slumber-drunk, sleeping off the late night

Of movie and games and ringing in the new year.

Feeder shadow sways on the wall, as chickadee and titmouse

Dart between cotton-tuft sized snowflakes;

Dog, curled in a tight ball, is unimpressed.

I step into the fresh year pajama-clad and thankful

Holding fast to promises kept, and hopeful

For the promise to come.
 
 
 
 
Wishing you New Year's blessings, and
 
Trusting in Him,
Aimee
 
Photos by the Rower

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