arrival: a human act
so it is that we always celebrate the light
seeming always new despite being tiredly revived
from long, long days passed

still, I am grateful for opportunities
to be new. eternally unready
I measure time still by spring
january by its glitter
love by its colour
and here, always, by where I have been
and the very long way yet to go.

shelly shan

hi, my name is shelly. I do a thing where I make words into unnecessarily emotional composites. I don't know why I'm allowed on the internet, but I like it here.