At Year’s End

Image result for Friedman Gallery Andreas Eriksson

And so
we’ve arrived
where we began
the 365 days spent
each file closed
and saved to
a drive

So what
have we done
with all the gifts?
How carved the land
where we walked
building walls
or doors

“All that passes descends
and ascends again unseen
into the light: the river
coming down from sky
to hills, from hills to sea,
and carving as it moves,
to rise invisible
gather to light, to return
again. ‘The river’s injury
is its shape.’ I’ve learned no more.” ~ Wendell Berry

Artwork by Andreas Eriksson
theartsdesk.com

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to At Year’s End

  1. We were reading Ecclesiastes this morning – appropriate

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