Happy New Year

 

We drove a winter back road

To a village in the rain

I was warm and comforted

Didn’t feel the cold outside

Simply glowed with inner light

 

Trees like skeletons, but dark

Beneath grey leaded skies

Seemed to call to be my friends

Beyond confining boundaries

Still hedging in the lane

 

This evening English countryside

Calls “ Homeward exile’s heart

From a far and sunny shore

Back to places well remembered

Where a peace and welcome wait”

 

New Year’s Eve brought New year’s Day

Complete with unformed resolution

To be more like thee than they

Who shape my life to make me what I am

 

With dream time recollection

Of an archetypal past

I tapped my own unconscious

To connect my I to me

 

That contemplative moment

Is fermenting in my mind

To produce a course correction

In the flood tide of my life

 

All Writings and Images Copyright © Peter Crowson Updated October 2021