As we walk side by side
on a winding trail of thoughts
along familiar paths
once more –
before the year has waved good bye,
smiling, hurriedly –
and the night in purple coat
approaches;
this gentle beast -
swallowing us
slowly;
while we pour forth forgotten hours
in the light of what has been
to shine on the lane past yesterday –
where the house on the hill
witnessed a tragedy,
its charred frame mourning still,
in dismay,
silently –
alongside pastures lush and green,
on which we danced all night;
contently drifting step by step
quietly -
past the blackberry bush -
there a young fox lies
in his lonely sleep –
long covered by ivy,
tenderly -
his body shattered, barely weaned,
tonight remembered with regret,
sadly -
another drop in the pool of memory

Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007