12.22.2012

bygones on high

Our year of wrongs is now undone
and roughly sent to bed,
not worthy of remembering.
So we’ll forget, instead
of holding shade against the sun
or blaming green for red--
We’ll dream of angels slumbering
inside our trifling heads.
photo by Isadora Gruye
Kerry's weekend challenge to the Real Toads is to try common or hymnal measure. This is a common octave.