Child of silver, child of white
sunrise pale and sunset amber
lace from the dew of a thousand dawns
woven by the meadow’s slumber.
In your hands a precious light
to step the pathway’s coming year
with all that time and light adorns.
For all that happens on the path
By you is blessed and meaningful
whether for me is bliss or wrath
and whether clear or not-so-clear.
One thing only I would ask:
release your treasure gradually
through sunsets’ gold and seasons’ turning
so the pathway I may see
in a perfect twelve-month burning.
Painting by Gaston la Touche