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!