To yield, to seek, to laugh, to love;
The journey flows between the hills.
The curves ahead obscure the view,
of what will flow from each day’s tread.
I wander through this novel place.
It’s full of beauty, of fragrance full,
with moments shifting from grey to blue.
Hearts are seen as caresses grace
the moments we share unseen.
Then, hope gives way to loss.
Darkness floods the gloom
yet, brightened by the rising moon.
Glorious day soon paints things bright.
Pastel glory shines upon the hills.
Life renewed –
time again to choose-
Author – Bill Tidsbury