Gifts

 

I gift you a morning sunrise,

in winter,

new-minted with promise,

a fresh day, and, soon,
a new year unfolding.

I gift you hours with loved ones,

sharing songs, and stories, and laughter,

and tears, in the remembering

of those things we have lost.

I gift you sunshine and birdsong,

and a winter hummingbird,

magical and unexpected,

at the feeder,

blue Jays and scarlet cardinals,

and a horse in the field,

huffing small clouds of breath

into the cold air.

For your lonesome heart,

I send you an old dog's smile,

patient, devoted,

and always there.

For your tomorrows,

I send you a small fairy

sprinkled with moondust,

and a wand,

to bid you safe passage.
I send you

the certain knowledge that

you have a place in this world

that is distinctly yours, where you

are treasured and needed.

I send you the new year,
breaking across the morning sky,
in hopes the world
will stop the ways of war
and find the pathway
to peace.

for Sumana's prompt at What's Going On  on Wednesday: Happy New Year! A wish for each of you, as we approach 2024 with trepidatious feet.