#YearEndEchoes
In the quiet hush of fading December,
Festive echoes lingers, a whispered ember.
A poetic transition unfolds its rhyme,
Marking the passage, the turning of time.

Gentle whispers of endings past,
Cascade like autumn leaves in the wind,
Yet within each falling ember, a seed of tomorrow.

Growth, a silent symphony in the twilight air,
A dance of shadows, a journey to declare.
From the cocoon of the old emerge the wings,
A metamorphosis, as the new year sings.

As the moon embraces the last breaths of...