Wind Of Hope

Kronos has past over all the Earth and so begins another Year, let it be a year of hope. His sickle fell mercilessly on Many ears of corn in 2020 But he is the god of time. He Can be such an all-devouring Destructive force, hopefully now Resting; the cost was too high. New Year streets now empty, Verdigris statues stand looking casting with green weary eyes. A thoroughfare of pigeons and Gulls and tired closed shops; Empty cafe's with yesterday's News read by gusts of wind. Let those gusts of wind bring us That long awaited hope.