It's been a long year. What's better than a look-back through some poetry to see you through 2017's end?
* * * * *
Let's only call this a night,
Eve, if the mood strikes.
Give the hours a hand to go
straight to twelve with a bubbly-pop,
the minutes a push to make it a second past
with the glass raised for the emptying.
Continue reading "Watching the Clock on New Year's Eve".
* * *
With every shuffle of the deck
we play a different hand,
your life, then mine, resolving
on one last roll of the dice.
Continue reading "New Year Games".
* * *
The tears fall back
Into place,
Stored and numbered
For some other day,
A different night,
When loss might swell
With the count-down.
Continue reading "New Year's Eve 2009".
* * *
He asked,
What will you have
on New Year's Eve?
Continue reading "Taking Leave".
* * *
fresh strawberries tucked into it — the kind you used
to get in Devon every afternoon
with a warm scone and Tiptree & Son's strawberry jam —
Continue reading "January begins with cream".