Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
an excerpt from a verse by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
And here we are, on the cusp of a new year with all that it promises,
each day anew.
We start out the year tenuously, well aware of early birthdays
that will see us twelve months along on this adventurous journey.
The small creeks that joined us to the river of life are widening out into
a placid estuary, and each day we strive for serenity,
ever grateful for the love that surrounds us,
the small boats that guide us,
and look, - look, oh look! the stars shine.
We move towards spring.
Small stirrings in the earth, warmed by a returning sun.
Soon the sap will rise again and it will be the time of the Pussy Willow!
I'm with Poe - hope springs eternal!!!!
and now I am off to see the new year in with the beloved.
Happy new year to all dear folk.
