Tony Bush Poet Verse

A Flight On New Years Eve

Outside branches clawed the slate,
Dragging frosty talon nails,
Whilst high above the moon there sails
A silver jet on vapour trails;
Unknown, sat in her steely hull they wait,
Whoever they may be, they are,
The time-zone throng who travel far,
The riders of the shooting star.
Erased to faceless, sketchy visions,
Sped across the sky,
As grounded, rooted – wonder, watch,
The last year passing by.

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Michelle Mac Donald August 23, 2008 at 10:52 AM Hey Tony, I hope all's well with you. I enjoyed this, as much as the many times that I've read it. "The last year passing by."..something that seems simple, but which is often complex. I'm always flipping back my mental calendars...sadly, it makes my present one go by unmarked. I hope that you will grace us with more of your outstanding work. Best regards....God bless you and yours...Mikki