We can't believe that it is a year since we moved into our new home. I have written a new poem to mark the first anniversary of our move; I'm sure we will be raising a glass of something sparkly too! It has been a fantastically creative year for both of us; we still gaze through the windows in awe, as the clouds race across the beautiful hills and are loath to close the curtains on the wonderful sunsets.
A Year Has Passed
A year has passed.
Our world turning
green then brown,
to green again.
Watching as our new garden grows,
filling with unexpected colour.
A year has passed.
Blossom mingling,
with falling flurries of snow flakes,
like clockwork,
in celebration.
A year has passed.
New friends are made,
new songs sung,
new history made.
A year has passed.
