2008

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