Hope at the Year's Ending

 This is a short poem I wrote a few years ago and I am sharing it as we move from the end of 2024 onward to the start of 2025.

Hope at Year’s Ending

A mistle thrush was singing

As if all the world were ringing

With the hopes of every soul

The year was at its ending

But the light was growing, mending

Darkness which could never wrestle ultimate control.