neilsthepoet blog: November 2007

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

One to one with winters blossom

What wonderment fills our future

What fullfillment lies ahead
Which way does the road twist and turn
That probably depends upon the lessons
We learned or should have learned

Is there a wintry morn
With it's fog and gray wet grace
Shrouding the day's first light
As we move to find our place

In this ever changing new world
With it's challenges and dangers
Who among us seeks to know us
Who among us remain the strangers

Part of that is our decision
Part of that resides with fate
Which way is the garden
And which way swings the gate

8:36 am
transcribed this time
8:30 am