Windswept visions steal glimpses on the desert year.
Changes surreal manifest now in the soft falling rain.
Yesterday is gone; forgotten are many; only tomorrow remains.
Blink weakly this eye and its 1963; blink once more….2003
A hot burn sweeps the days, too soon comes 2008.
I can’t remember, I remember too much.
I feign excitement; I long for lost youths touch.
Age with grace, troubles sore come oft unseen.
A frolicking remission upon peaceful hills green.
So long 2007, adiós, hasta la vista; au revoir, adieu.
Come soft now 2008, may the sweetness of peace greet you.
J. Allen Wilson 12-30-2007