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.
© sweetwater 2023
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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
Thank you Luigi, wishful thinking really but one never knows it may work. 🙂 Sue.
Happy new year, Sweetwater. I saw signs of very early spring in Hampshire this weekend. Enjoyed your poem!
Happy New Year to you too Otreasaigh, I used to live in Surrey and Spring was earlier than it is here, saying that I did catch a hint this morning. Thank you for reading and commenting, it’s very much appreciated 🙂 Sue.