from “In Pursuit of Clouds”
by Deanna Bates
And tickles my soul
With droplets of
So long ago evaporated.
The future, once darkened
Spreads to reveal pinpoints of light
That dance and beckon me to play.
Closed fists unclench and reach toward the lights
That flicker out of reach
Beckoning my soul…forward
Champagne at the new year reminds me of hope with its bubbles that rise to the surface.
WHAT BRINGS YOU HOPE FOR THE NEW YEAR?