TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 32

The festivities are over, but the Winter continues with its darkened path. No longer mulling wine, one mulls over metaphorically taking Winter's long hibernation and anticipating the Spring. There is little to be found perhaps right now, but from the deep pondering of the chilly night will come the germination of the new.

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“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.” Gautama Buddha

Presentation

I stand there waiting for you to notice,

A presentation opened for your edification,

There are no surprises as the script is written,

But anxiously I wait to start.

Beyond this there is little I have,

But I would like to let you know,

How it is dedicated to you,

As a poet dedicates his line.

There is little reason beyond you for you love me,

So I present my heart to you a prize as yet,

Ungained for here I am waiting for the opening,

A poem half-written.

I sigh as I glance towards you in hope,

As you noticed me before and loved me,

So do you want to know more?

For there is chapter as well as verse written.

“If you don't know where you want to go, then it doesn't matter which path you take.” Lewis Carroll