Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper
a clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow
You vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind’s hearty gust.
Fill your glass. Here’s tae us. Promises
made to be broken, made to last.
From A Poem For Every Day Of The Year
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You’ve done it again, Fiona, found a good message that expands my image – a frosty fence post in the maze commemorating 11 women of Crook of Devon, Kinross-shire, executed as witches in 1662. That was a very different time of fear. May this time, 2021, be one of kindness and caring and hope. Rosie
I was wondering what it was a picture of – thoughts now going to those poor souls.
On a lighter note, Mike saw the picture and said “She’s a great one for fence posts.” True – and fence posts can hold a lot of LIFE.