Another New Year's Eve - Hope for the New Year Poem
How Fast Every Year Goes!
This time is it.
The street is empty and cold
as my key lets me in
to the hum of the fridge.
My heels click on the tile.
My cloak slides to the floor.
The clock slowly ticks,
just minutes away.
The ragged calendar
from this year still hangs.
My nose takes it in--
the musty, familiar
smell of the fireplace,
the wood and the cat.
There is dirt in the air.
My breath lets out slowly.
The clock hardly moves.
Nothing is stirring.
I lean toward the window
and the glow from the church.
The tall and stately cross
catches my tired eye.
I lift my head and
wipe my damp cheeks.
I step outside.
Beautiful, Nostalgic Auld Lang Syne . . . by Dan Fogelberg
© 2012 Victoria Lynn