New Year’s Day.

I am hoping the rain did its job.


Today the rain falls,

soft, gentle tears

to wash away a year

of sorrows:

blessings sent

with every

silvered glint

to hold a time of

new found hope

within each

shimmered kiss.

 

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ionicus

A wistful poem full of melancholy expressing the hope that a miserable year full of sorrow could be easily washed away by the rain.
Good use of the metaphor, Sue.
Luigi x

Shackleton

Happy new year, Sweetwater. I saw signs of very early spring in Hampshire this weekend. Enjoyed your poem!