I have never said it out loud before
But in this coming year
All I ask for
Are a few bursts of glory
That hang, suspended…
That help me rise above the mundane
Remind me that the stars are there
To help me through the dark days
That I know will come
Because life is like that.
Happy New Year All.
Each Christmas the coniferous trees
Bedecked in their fir finery
on hill or home ~
While the Ash turn ashen in their nudity
The Maple exposed, stands frigidly
No adornment covering in the leafless breeze.
But the stately Spruce and Pine
Shine like the star, spangled
Dispelling darkness ~
Lighting hearts, untangled
Awaiting Christmas bliss
We knowledge our need for this.