It's the funeral march towards the end of the year,
just a number, just a month, with joy to the world
and a slithering trail of regrets gaining on me
like a holiday rattlesnake about to strike, sending poison
to the veiny, icy backs of my hands. Visions relentlessly
knock at the frosted windowpane in my mind,
not of fairies and plums, but that first wet snowflake
on the windshield, that sudden chord of a song,
a broken ornament, children who are no longer children,
what the year was not, and someone who is not here.
Silent snow falls on my winter sorrows, until I look up
from my lament and see God in your eyes.
4 comments:
Beautiful! Happy New Year!
Bear was feeling the same kinds of things, before he went into hibernation. Let's hope that things will be better for him, and you.
Happy New Year, from him and me.
Ah, a classic Diane twist ending. Marvelous, just marvelous. A very happy new year to you, my friend.
Very good. I had that kind of year. I lost two people that I loved in 2010, and I would have rather forgotten all about Christmas this past year. Thank God for my children. I can see God in their eyes, too, and it comforts me.
As the years pass, if they do for me, it will not get any better. I will endure other losses. Christmas will only become increasingly bittersweet. Bittersweetness has become an acquired taste, like dark chocolate.
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