New Year, New Hopes!

Holding close the weight of past,
the moments lost, yet not in vain,
beneath the frost, the questions last,
what lingers here, but love and pain?

Over hills where silence grows,
the trees stand still in twilight’s air,
what heart recalls, the river knows,
its current steady, unaware.

Promises crumble like the leaves,
upon the wind, they drift and fade,
the earth, it holds the lives we weave,
what’s left behind, what’s yet remade.

Even now, the ache remains,
its shadow cast on winter’s ground,
but time, like streams through rocky veins,
flows onward where new paths are found.

Yesterday, its tether weak,
is softened by the moonlit snow,
the echoes dim, though still they speak,
of love once bright, now lying low.

New paths emerge where none had been,
beneath the frost, a thaw begins,
the trees reveal their lines within,
the scars of life, the marks of wins.

Every turn upon the road,
feels like a tale the woods might tell,
of roots that split, then still they grow,
a lesson bound in every swell.

Winds of change, they gently call,
to let the frozen branches sway,
and though their songs may rise and fall,
all life must bend to find its way.

Yearn no more for what has passed,
its quiet pulse fades soft and thin,
the forest whispers, "Nothing lasts,"
and yet the heart beats deep within.

Even as the night takes hold,
the stars retreat to skies unseen,
new stories rise, though slow and cold,
yet softer lies the space between.

As horizons stretch and pale with light,
the dawn unveils its muted hue,
a warmth that lifts, not fierce but bright,
a quiet guide to something true.

Remains of what the heart once knew,
are sown in earth where roots will grow,
and though the hurt feels sharp and new,
time moves where tender futures show.

• diimaan (23/12/2024)