Sleepily stretching reaching for the sky
the little squirrel wonders why
everyone is so concerned about the day
it’s gonna come what may.
The old year is passing
big deal so what
you’ve still got a lot,
he argued to the owl
who stared at the clock
with a great big scowl.
Time passes, replied the owl
and we should honor that, he told his pal.
Then we shall, said the Robin
who flew in with a bobbin
full of berries, nuts and seeds
and a bright strand of beads.
Festive and bright
on a cold winter’s night.
Welcoming the new and saying farewell to the old
stories and memories to be told.
Hopes and dreams of what is yet to come
a place of wonder and possibilities yet unrealized
but seen in the third eye
and fancy free
2017 will be a great year for you and me!
Today’s free verse hippie poetry my friend. I hope you dig it. And I hope you can join me again tomorrow and in 2017 for a whole new year of chats and art and free verse hippie poetry. Much Peace Love Art.