Sunday, 11 January 2015

A New Year



I relish the turning of the year:
the 'what is done is done'
and the simultaneous hope
for what is yet to come.

I relish the known
and the uninvented,
the gross result
and the unseen gasp of inspiration.

A year begun with sharp frost
chased away by mist;
contrast upon contrast.

Mist veils and unveils
at the same time.