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