This time next year
I will be
different;
differently doing,
differently being.

This time last year
I said
This time next year
I would change,
I must change,
please change…
And this time this year
I fear
not much has shifted;
my days sifted
through old patterns,
mundane matters,
bad habits.

And yet when I
slow down enough
to look more calmly
and more closely,
small sparks of newness
glint in the dust;
let me trust
that little starts
are not embarked in vain;
I will take heart
in tiny seeds of change
I planted
this time last year;
and this time
next year –
some year –
even yet this year,
they may grow
and flourish.

Featured images courtesy of Flickr:
Small Steps | Raffi Asdourian | Flickr https://www.flickr.com/photos/zaffi/4597963670/in/gallery-143813241@N03-72157720405693298/
Clock | Jernej Furman | Flickr flickr.com/photos/91261194@N06/44490732155/in/gallery-143813241@N03-72157720405693298/
Sparkle | a.dombrowski | Flickr flickr.com/photos/adombrowski/6000189817/in/photostream/
Seedlings | The youngest members of the 40-member volunteer … | Flickr flickr.com/photos/blmnevada/8632026145/in/gallery-143813241@N03-72157720405693298/
Beautiful lines! Very true! 👌😊❤
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Thank you 🙂
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