Year Unfolded

On the last sun kissed hour

that wraps up December,

I lay out the year that was,

day by day upon my desk.

Recalling the perfect sunny afternoon,

when my inner fire shone across my face;

Or that rainy morning, I half-smiled my way to work

and the car wipers couldn’t stop my tears…

Within tightly woven strands of inspiration,

few wounded friendships entangled.

A wrong word, I could sieve off my tongue,

perhaps another precious teardrop to preserve.

The way my home looks, through seasons,

in ever-changing sun paths by the horizon.

A few big milestones attained,
after thousand tiny steps taken.

The last gold of yesteryear dusk,

is fringed with melancholic gratitude,

as I sing a silent lullaby

to today's concluding sun.

Every loss that emptied me,

has refilled me spiritually.

The brink of new beginnings,

becomes a collection of quiet musings.

I sort the good days to treasure,

gather all my courage.

With a newly vacant mind,

get ready to ride into the new.