Dawn of a New Year
I am walking alone down a dark path. The pale December sun fails to illuminate, casting a cold, golden sheen over the land. I pause and look out over the world. Stark shadows, crisp lines prove that summer is a distant memory. As are you. They say the new year brings new light and new hope. I smile, knowing that although colder days are ahead, the light will increase and warmth will return.
Shadows in pale light
Darkness of the dying year
You, my sun, are gone
A new year brings much more light
Perhaps it brings you as well
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week was a “free week” where we could choose our own words. My two words were “illumination” and “return”. This week I went with a tanka and a haibun.
Happy New Year! (The photo was taken on Saturday in Harwich, MA.)