All Alone in a Crowd

Poetry and Thoughts of a “Child of the Sixties” Tristan-Paul J. Hand

New Year’s Eve

So it is,
So it has been,
So it will be.
In the middle of a Winter’s night,
We mortals deem to end
A cosmic fragment we call a year.
With a solemn stroke,
A clang of chimes,
A blow of horns,
With shouts, hugs, kisses.
Watch the dawn
And yearn for Spring.

December 30, 2009 Posted by | Holidays, Poetry, Seasons, Thoughts, Writings | 1 Comment

   

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