Over the bare hill In the fog Beyond the dark trunks of the persimmons Beyond the dens of the red fox Beyond the pond with its crust of ice The new year lies waiting Tonight With my birthday in tow Perhaps a barge for this new octogenarian Or a skiff Or a kayak Or a sailboat To sail into the future December 31, 2022
Amen, Kristin. Bon voyage.
Lovely poem.