What the New Year Will Hold


What the new year will hold:

Pain and joy, and, perhaps, love.

There will surely be sunrises arcing their glory in my east, and

Sunsets stretching their gold my west, and

Noons taken up with revealing shadows.


This bleak December winter will wear away.

It will give its place to a windy spring soft and round April spring,

Full of flowers and birds and, yes,

Pain and joy, and, perhaps love.

Then will come bright July summer and welcome bursts

Of taste in the mouth and hurts

And sensations yet unknown.

Then will come soft October autumn,

Its leaves turning and browning,

Edging their slow way to their beauty’s passing.


So the year will age, mature, and pass,

Coming round to another December of beginning.

--December 31, 20123