Outside there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping. All of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the Dream World, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of milk in the fridge.
-Reif Larson
December 30 First
All around lie the remnants of summer and fall.
These dry brown grasses, the tall and the small.
Each conifer stretches, the low and the high,
Each stretches in vain its limbs to the sky.
The sun swings low in its arc, non-chalant,
Neglecting her Earthbound petits-enfants.
The Snow comes to slumber, and lumber around
Packing the Earth to hard, frozen ground.
Smoke from chimneys dances and twirls,
Having never seen the Summer World.
I’ll shutter the windows, put logs on the fire,
And patiently wait for the year to expire.
As into the pink night sky sets the sun,
Another year’s ended, as another’s begun.
Best of fortune to all in the new (paper) year.
Seek peace,
Paz
Comments on: "Farewell 2017" (8)
I love the photography, the light in your shots and the accompanying words. Happy New Year my friend.
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Thanks for stopping by.
Happy New Year too!
All my best,
Paz
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Thank you Paz, may 2018 bring you many blessings ☺💜🎉🥂🍀
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well done! such beauty in words and pictures. Happy happy new year, friend!
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Thanks for your well-wishes.
May good fortune shine upon you in the now and the next.
Paz
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thank you for such a nice blessing!
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Wishing you a very happy healthy and successful 2018! Have no doubt you will make it the best possible year ever. Fiona
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Thanks kids, and “right back atcha”, as they said in the seventies!
Paz
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