Pining for a New Beginning

glow worms and fireflies
golden dusts falling on skin
lighting a night of darkness
and days of grey skies

they are hopes of dusty morning
still shrouded in mists
cold the letters given
by fickle minded destiny

they are but imagination
shrouded in wistful thoughts
wishing for a new beginning
still enshrouded in the old one

I see again the forests
in autumn glory
and the falling snow
photographs in memory

I see the flowers blooming
between the frosts in the morning
and the empty chairs
side by side, unoccupied

I close my eyes
and look forward
to bright but sterile days
looking and pining

for a new beginning.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*