In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
......
greetings red sunset
trailing gold at year's premiere
foretelling rich blooms
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
......
Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
......
Let us hail the newborn year,
Come our drooping hearts to cheer,
Let us all be cheerful, gay,
On this happy New Year's Day,
Social day of friendly meetings,
Joyous day of kindly greetings,
Dawning of a year of blessings,
Lover's hopes and sweet caressings,
Blessings in anticipation,
Wealth and fame in expectation,
......
In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
......
Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
......
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
......
greetings red sunset
trailing gold at year's premiere
foretelling rich blooms
The year had ended and we are a year older.
Based on the past, we've grown bolder.
Heart's new joys reflect the old ones,
Amidst cheers and firing of guns!