Another year has come - chillingly -
and more chillingly for me than in decades heretofore.
I watch it ranting from my window as I recall. . . .
The year already past had tugged me from
those tame and toasty days
when I lay face up to sun
dreaming that my summer would never end.
It brought me to this winter
when it withered up and died,
but half a century and more of memories
had fallen for me by now.
Like pretty crystal flakes they fell,
drifting through my mind -
places, events and people.
Oh, those people I looked up to in my youth -
fallen as the snow!
How many pretty snow flakes have melted now away?
Only my memories of them remain. . .
memories now piled up like snowdrifts in my brain.
Yes, the newborn year has arrived.
Just one month old and already,
it has lost its crawl.
This infant’s aging process
parallels, on the larger scale,
that fleeting span of time known as life -
a time that all the living undergo.
The new year carries on (as must we all)
to soon complete its cycle.
Let it bluster. Let it wail. Let it rattle at my door,
for soon enough, all signs of it
For Chris D. Aechtner's "Free Verse for Winter" Contest
And now for P.D's Latest Contest
By Andrea Dietrich
I am entering this one for three reasons"
1)It's getting so late and it was the first one that sprang out at
me in my alphabetized poetry list
2) It is about the way I felt after the New year and it's about that
same time again!
3) It's a free verse ,which I don't normally do, which I felt good about
and even Chris liked it in his contest!