A Feeling of Anticipation

Hope springs eternal, they say Robin red-breast seen with the blue jay Flowers poke their way up through hard ground Buds on tree open, prisoners unbound The sky is a pale azure-blue Her breezes so warm and inviting Spring's yearly hope's again sprung The very air whispers promises exciting... Then what to make of renewed hope in mid-Winter Rivers and streams no longer flowing Icicles hang from stark tree limbs midst snowing Few hints of life outdoors stirring or growing Yet it's in with the New Year, decked out in gay flirtation Spirits soaring higher, with each clink of inebriation Optimism peeking into every nook and cranny of our nation There's a feeling of can't-miss anticipation -- This year will usher in an era of Lasting Peace and Jubilation! December 31, 2018