As the old year slinks away into the night,
I will throw my shoes at its shadow.
Shaking the dusty months from my clothes,
I will wear my cap and shirt inside out
So the old minutes and seconds can’t cling
Like a bad smell.
I will salt the earth where the previous days
Stretched on and on,
Assuring they will not
Follow me into the new year.
When the New Years Eve bonfire is burning,
I will gather the bitter herbs
And walk counter clock wise into the previous moments,
Casting the hated bouquet into the flame
Leaving its acrid taste behind
With the smell of its grief and sorrow.
Only then will I wreath my head with four leaf clovers,
Fill my pockets with new pennies
And my trunks with rabbit’s feet and horseshoes
And walk bravely into the coming year
Head held high and with cheerful optimism
I will greet the new day.
*** It is with a bit of trepidation I enter the new year, but I am putting on a brave face and holding my chin up and saying ‘Happy New Year to us all! May 2017 be a year of goodness and mercy for us all.’
May this year be prosperous and peaceful, Kathleen.
Yes, heads bloody but unbound, we March forward because there is no other direction. We shall support each other through…….
Beautiful & Happy New Year! 🍷🎊🎈🎉🎆💃
I think most people have a bit of, or more than a bit of, trepidation for the coming year. Love your work, as always.
Thank you, Judith. I know you will find the bright spots and grace needed in this new year. I appreciate your kind words and always am happy when you drop by. All the best to you and your husband. K