The quietest morning of the year,
humanity lying asleep, recovering from a night of merriment or misery,
dreaming of the past and possible futures.
Finally submitting to the forces of nature and allowing rest,
excited or maybe afraid for the new year to come.
Yet the outgoing tide of 2019
and the incoming of 2020
has cleared the beach giving us a new canvas.
No feet, small or great, wise or foolish have ever walked this way before;
we are the first.
What lead will we give?
What footsteps will we impress in the untouched sand?
When you look back after 366 days of walking,
what do you want to see imprinted in the sand behind you?
I'm a lover of free verse poetry and cups of tea. The quickest way to energise me is to give me a moment under open sky, preferably in a garden. I love beautiful trees and Purple Crested Lourie birds and making school come alive for my students.
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