Full Circle

Slow but sure turning cycle of life is in view Fixing a few oddities of living gone askew Hues since blemished now reflect vivid tints Shade seems evident of new color it hints All blues to be daubed with strokes sanguine Wary of the apathetic which tedium outline Wait though eternal is approaching its end As fruit to past labors with deserved dividend It was no odd accident but an ordained design To stand tall yet again and old verve realign Indebted to all caring ones who stood beside Bearing storm face on waiting for it to subside