The old year ends, weeping snow

tears, sweeping away all the treasure

we have hoarded, boxing up

the moments and the memories,

the triumphs and the tears, gone

like daylight into the last December

horizon. We sleep and dream

a new year into being, summoning

old traditions and older history to offer,

at this tail of winter starkness, new trails

to follow, new paths to roam, awakening

in slumbering souls a vast eternal wonderment,

a promise of the goodness yet to shine.


May your Holidays be joyful, your dreams divine!

See you in 2020!