January 2, 2012 Mag 98

 Mag 98

A perfect world reflected

As in a mirror clear

Silent river without breath

Echoes the falling mist

Envelopes the origin

“Grains of pink sand between my fingers”

A play ground for all that is wild

Dreams of big foot

And other mysteries

*”I Shall Come Back” Hilda Conkling (age ten), 1922

January 1, 2012 Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribblings prompt #300 “New”

What is New is Old

There is nothing new under the sun

And yet…

Each day is new, unexpeced

Never dreamed or hoped for

Just to be in attendance

What a privilege

The school of life

The more things change

The more they stay the same

And yet…

Each moment is unique

Not quiet like the last

We open our eyes

And we see anew

Never in exactly the same way as before

What is old is new again