It Will Come…

end_of_year

I was thinking about the best way to sum up the departing year, wondering what the right words would be until I found this song… The original version is from my childhood – from an old Russian movie about Mary Poppins, bringing back lovely memories. And I have the feeling it fits also today…when something is about to end and something new – to begin. Things change, winds do and so do we together with them…

The world keeps turning like a carousel,
Enchanted with an everlasting spell
With winds of malice, envy, strife and gall
Can’t count them all…

Can’t count them all-no life has been immune
To strife and anger that arise so soon
To crush our dreams and then instill our fears
With rains of tears and winds so fierce.

Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun,
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.

Yet in this world there is a wind of change,
It comes to cause all things to rearrange.
It will come flying when the time is right-
To drive away the winds of strife.

Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.

Soon the raging winds will halt and cease
All the way beyond our range
It will come, this tender, fresh and warmer breeze
Called the wind of change…

Cherish each other&every moment that life gives you, and have a wonderful New Year!

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…

It is a choice between “bridge” and “fountain” on Līgo Haibun Challenge this week and quite naturally I ended up with the first one…

There’ re so many bridges around – the visible and invisible ones. Connecting places, people and even incompatible things. Teaching and challenging or simply letting to enjoy.

Music is one of those bridges and it reaches us from everywhere. From the waves, curling around the sandcastles. The playful breeze, running through branches and leaving soft whispers behind. The buzz of bees in splendor of a meadow. From clattering of storks and songs of cicadas. An echo, leaving and returning to the sun glazed mountain top. From the way a sudden storm hits the city and droplets hiss on ignited cobblestones. From cherries, bursting on tongue and inevitable dripping of ice-cream through fingertips. From laughter and conversations, lasting long after sunset. And even from warm, comfortable silence…

bridge of rainbow
droplets play a song
on wind chimes

sultry night
cicadas and me
on the same wavelength

Līgo Haibun Challenge

PS: Since I had a “clean” musical post on mind when I started to write, I still will attach another Fabulous Five (bridges) of mine here –  the summery ones. They still seem to fit the theme…