The embers fade
from passing year
and turn to ash,
then disappear.
A span of time
that fades to black
now melts into
earth’s deepest cracks.
From murky fog
and blackest night
emerge first shoots
of new year bright.
Now from grey ash
of burnt-out past
the shoots are fed
’til new dawn’s flash.
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
The embers fade
from passing year
and turn to ash,
then disappear.
A span of time
that fades to black
now melts into
earth’s deepest cracks.
From murky fog
and blackest night
emerge first shoots
of new year bright.
Now from grey ash
of burnt-out past
the shoots are fed
’til new dawn’s flash.
A poem for the first day of another year. Wishing you all a blessèd, peaceful, and happy year!