Saturday, January 2, 2016

Snow gift

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                      Today sun
                      greets & meets, the shrine
                      shines the road
                      of morn strut
                      through scarf, tighten boots, behind
                      the sprinkled white wall

                      I sense luck,
                      the future novel...
                     Jan in rush
                     to show odds,
                     to quash the needless trash well
                     last year was as new...


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25 comments:

  1. I feel good luck as well by reading this!

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  2. So should I go buy a lottery ticket? Any numbers to play? lol

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  3. All is fresh and new and auspicious!
    All the best for 2016
    paloma

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  4. This was a great read.
    Wish you a very Happy New Year :)

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  5. Oh the freshness of new snow in a new year!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  6. Nice hope of another year resonates here

    All the best in this 2016

    Much love...

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  7. A gorgeous poem depicting hope for the wonderful new year ahead :D

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  8. Ah, the idea of sensing luck at the beginning of the new year sounds like an optimistic event. Happy New Year to you.

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  9. Really - a new year is an unwritten page.

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  10. I think perhaps luck will play apart in your journey in the new year!

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  11. I like that you sense luck in the New Year...nice!
    Gayle ~

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  12. Absolutely true - last year was a new. I smiled on this.
    Oh, the shrine is jam-packed every New Year.

    Happy New Year, humbird.

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  13. Last year was as new!!!! We keep making promises to ourselves based on the calendar!!

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  14. What a treat! Love the slip/slide rhyme/near rhyme in this. A delightful bit of writing!

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  15. The new year is all about hope that in its fecundity we can prosper. So we too are cogs on the wheel of time.

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  16. Writing can be so unsure. It can go in any direction if one is distracted.

    Hank

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  17. This poem feels wintery - and hopeful! Hope it is a good year for you, humbird!

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  18. I hope that new novel is a strong love story. Hope is beautiful, as is your poem. Happy New Year Humbird.

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  19. I wish much luck and the novel to you too humbird...i love the shiny in this poem :)

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  20. Every day can be new.
    Sometimes a walk can clear our minds. :)
    Best to you and yours in this New Year.

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  21. Thank you, friends for comments! Happy New Year!

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