|Flo with a dog, circa 1920-1930.|
I can't find a title for this piece, but it definitely speaks to the fresh page of a new year.
A flower unknown; a book unread;
A tree with fruit unharvested;
A path untrod; a house whose rooms
Lack yet the heart's divine perfumes;
A landscape whose wide border lies
In silent shade 'neath silent skies;
A wondrous fountain yet unsealed;
A casket with its gift concealed...
This is the year that for you waits
Beyond tomorrow's mystic gates.
~Horatio Nelson Powers