End of the Year

days drag on in eternity’s dust,
smiling hope and pain like
wildflowers learning how to shout.
i grab a fistful and shove them in my eyes.
stuff them up my nose.
take everything, embrace it, 
take it, take it, take it.
days are dragged behind life,
and i am dragged behind days,
and everything zooms by.
i have to hold on,
take everything in,
remember, live, breathe
in the scent of wildflowers
burning through the gaps
of the year’s ashes.
take it, take it, take it
before the wind
drags it all away.

Keela Hopemy poetryComment