by Keith D Allison

The New Year dances young

with this first meeting of the Sun

my head is clear

I smile with this breath of another year


With the ticking of the clock

I tip my glass

to the passing

to the beginning


Now as the first rays of the sun

glitter upon the fallen snow

my pen does flow

the mind moves in fantasy of the unknown


For in this world where war and death is known

where passions cry, light and dark

where lie silence the womb

Heaven can hold to your tears in the darkness of times


Many are the seeds of the human heart

dark and light

but within the breath of the new year

may  we each be useful, choosing the bright


For each, add to their world

small or large

May yours seed, be the glory of the heart

that shall endure the fire of life


Beneath the jelly of mine fantasy

may some, may all

for the briefness of the moment, for life call

Know greatness of life bread, joy, love and peace

May it reign in your heart


Posted on 01/01/2007
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/01/07 at 07:52 PM

And Happy New Year to you as well, Keith. The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months!

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