Everything seems brand new
this time of the year
another season
of winds
and incessant rains
transformed as scenes in a movie
with a fitting ending
a house on a hill
kissed by a sunsetting sun
a river running at its base
reprieved
yet another season
to play anew in the sands
of hope.
Wonderful. I have so enjoyed the newness of this season this year.
ReplyDeleteas long as i keep getting new seasons, i will continue to enjoy finding all things new...there is always something to find....found a new entrance to a walking path today..a new leg leading to one i was familiar with...was very cool....play on
ReplyDeleteAnd life begins ... anew.
ReplyDeleteThere's always hope.
ReplyDeleteThe cycle continues. That's what makes nature the beauty it is. Many thanks, lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
How fortunate we are to play anew in the sands of hope.
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