Replacing calendars and turning pages,
We reflect
On life,
As we are and as we could be.
Looking back,
Looking forward.
We think of all that happened
Good
Bad
And boring.
And we hope for a better future.
We tell ourselves this year, we’ll change things.
This year will make a difference.
When the greatest difference
Are the moments.
As we live them,
One by one.
They are given to us,
Drifting down from open skies
Until they reach us and we live.
But like snowflakes,
Melting
Breaking
Thawing
Dripping from our hands,
Each remnant plays
Across our fingers.
Gently asking
Will we change?
Or will the moments gather
At our feet, forming
Another mirrored reflection
We detest
But cannot change?
Copyright 2014 Andrea Lundgren Photo by Krosseel, Creative Commons
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