Not just another year
Born this day a few decades past,
a journey undertaken for adventure,
exploration of human existence,
the unfolding of a lily in the morning,
dances of the bees at noon,
soaring on the wings of a hawk
through warm afternoon skies.
And now? The hawk circles, locates
another thermal, rides ever higher,
the world a vast uncharted vista
with much yet to discover, experience;
too soon to find the evening metaphor,
knowing this is not just another year.
by judy Beaston
January 31, 2013
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