Returning

The blustering wind announces
The arrival of a new moon
But we complain about the wind
Because it messes up our hair
Or blows the neighbors leaves around
That winds up on our property.
The new moon which we cannot see
For the most part goes unnoticed.
It is a time for returning-
Not too far at the beginning.
Yet is auspicious for success.
When our knowledge is limited
Most of us cannot understand
“Returning to the beginning ”

A subtle brightness
Enters the void of darkness
Beckons my return.

poem by Albert Ahearn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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