For poetry Friday and, I hope, for 2015 for all of us.

[gryphonrhi]

Blessings

occur.
Some days I find myself
putting my foot in
the same stream twice;
leading a horse to water
and making him drink.
I have a clue.
I can see the forest
for the trees.

All around me people
are making silk purses
out of sows' ears,
getting blood

Comments

[vivwiley]

I love this - and yes, let us hope for this for all of us in the coming year. Lovely.

Yet more poetry

[gryphonrhi]

Posted this over at DW in one of the comments, so, here:

Sometimes - Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

I hope we both get those sentiments, both sets!