Promises

1/2/2019

Promise

Promise rises with each dawning
brushing away shadows of the night
She opens the curtains to fingers of
peach and lemon stretching wide on
eastern horizon
She raises her arms in praise
unto the firmament
Turning to face me
She beckons, then whispers
a word across Time:

Begin

- © pab 2019 -

1 Comment

Sue Hudgens link

1/3/2019 08:22:11 am

I love this poem Phyllis, and it speaks to the new year in an entirely different way. “Promise” is such a hopeful and positive word, and it illustrates change in such a beautiful way, as opposed to resolution. New Year’s resolutions, which sound even sounds hard and implies effort. I love the imagery of open arms....What a wonderful way to embrace a new year. This is why I love reading your writing; it always gives me a new perspective and approach imbued with joy & love as opposed to fear and struggle.

Promises

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