If Earth’s mantle changed
maybe ever so slightly:
We would barely know.
If, minutes before
two thousand and seventeen,
she re-aligns us
so collective colours
drape about aching shoulders
and make us subtly strange,
It may work out that
less becomes our spirit well:
and we can be still.
Lovely! 🍷🎊🎈🎉🎆💃
Happy New Year Cindy x
Dunno how, but this slipped under my radar. 🙂