Saturday, December 27, 2008

Musing 09

I sit with my eyes out to the world hidden within the recesses of my mind
I see an ancient tree, limbs stripped barren of it's leaves, suffused with gray
Like the tree, I have hidden myself away, locked within a cage of my design
Now I must break forth to savor my time, to live up to all that I may

I wonder about the coming of spring and the wonderous buds of new life
And I feel the blossom of my spirit opening up to he call of 09
I think that I have put behind me the denigration of strife
I look outward towards the golden rays of new life