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
......
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning
......
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonth's length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
Adjust the unimpair'd machine,
To wheel the equal, dull routine.
The absent lover, minor heir,
In vain assail him with their prayer;
Deaf as my friend, he sees them press,
Nor makes the hour one moment less,
......
The old year went out with a big boom,
One sentimental New Year's Eve night.
Dark skies displayed many vivid plumes,
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
One sentimental New Year's Eve night,
Vibrant fireworks had special meaning.
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
A time when the future lay dreaming.
......
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!
The old year went out with a big boom,
One sentimental New Year's Eve night.
Dark skies displayed many vivid plumes,
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
One sentimental New Year's Eve night,
Vibrant fireworks had special meaning.
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
A time when the future lay dreaming.
......