The New Year Angel
She walks in the forest with crumbs in her hand
he swoops in for food and things, "contraband "
its a New Year of love a New Year of Hope
and all the pines trees are trying to cope...
Weighed down by the snow a snowman on gin
wants confetti for lunch with a mouthful of tin
She douses the light on the darkness so tragic
and all of a sudden we are clothed in magic
no quandary nights all past demons are gone
the Angel of Hope has designed and redrawn
The weather is lovely from her to down under
the brook gurgles softly with silence as thunder
When the ball drops in town we all clap in cheer
we're healthy once more like the Arlington deer
She walks from the vineyard all full of pure joy
the C words have died, thanks to Helen of Troy
Confetti is falling from a snowflake blue sky
we're healthy once more and we're ready to fly
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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