With one foot in yellow
the other in white
My pace takes me forward
with promise in sight
At present the mist
O’er floodplains obscures
But behind it the light
like a bright beacon lures
And the promise that beckons
to dispel doubt and fear
Grows strong in the light
now that January’s here
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
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