Looking Back at Poems for New Year's Eve

It's been a long year. What's better than a look-back through some poetry to see you through 2017's end?

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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".

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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".

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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".

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He asked,
What will you have
on New Year's Eve?
        Continue reading "Taking Leave".

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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".