Reflectin’
The sun is at its lowest ebb.
The fire roars.
The mulled wine flows
And laughter resounds
With friends and family.
A time to reflect on life –
On a year that has gone.
A time to assess,
And a time to look ahead
To what is to come
With new resolve.
Out of the ashes
Of what might have been
Comes the phoenix
Of new possibilities.
If one is clear-sighted enough
To learn from ones mistakes
And take those lessons forward.
In the flickering flames
Of the dying fire
Are forged new ideas
And the determination
To make them real.
Opher 24.12.2018
Sometimes, on a winter’s night, it is good to sit in front of the last remains of the fire, to feel its glow, watch the last flames licking, and think. There is a mesmerizing hypnotism to a fire. It draws on in and allows great introspection.
What new resolve is forged in those flames?