There was no Happy New Year – this time
For that which had cut so deep the previous year
Seemed unable to find the door and go.
Just a hint of joy would have been alright
But no – not even that to bring some cheer
The light is on but yet still turned dim.
But snowdrops appear as a saving grace
To remind us Spring that is soon to come
And that, now so bleak, can be lifted far away.
Waiting for your return my darling one
The guilt I feel as I close my eyes to sleep
Tomorrow I’ll sit and wait with you once more.
©Joe Wilson – Bad things happen to good people…2017