It may only be due to the glow left over from our New Year’s Eve Skype-a-ganza, but this morning seemed different, as I gazed out the window. Soft skies, rosy glow, bright Gibbous moon. While skies were a bit hazy, I think my photos reflect what we hope for in the coming year. The year will be what we make it. It is a blank slate and we are the chalk. Write well.
A Brighter New Year
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, hope its not a train.
We will all get through this S— Show if we only use our brain.
This shiny brand new year began with a bright and rosy glow,
when you have been down so long, up is the only way to go.
With vaccines on hand, now is not the time to take matters light,
maintain your bubble, practice Safe Six, wear a mask, do what’s right.
Staying apart for this long time is really starting to bug,
all being well, this brighter new year will end with a big hug.