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New Years Eve 2011
by Leonard M Hawkes--the week of Christmas
weather turned warm
and by New Year--
snow was essentially gone--
remaining were those frozen piles
we stacked just after Thanksgiving—
and I wasted my free-time
seeking that “spirit of place”
that hovered and glimmered
between the Great Salt Lake
and somewhere north of Soda—
of course I walked—
never missed a day
and ate enough good food
to put on several pounds—
and now those dark, cold,
worthless weeks of winter—
the Northern Cross setting
below the western hills—
Orion rising in triumph
above the eastern ridge—
the handle of the Dipper
concealed by “old Hogs Back”—
the pointer stars validating
our pioneer definition
of a Western-drifted North.
12/31/2011 Author's Note: Walking--feeling the drift--warmed by the brightness of the stars
Posted on 01/01/2012
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/01/12 at 06:48 AM This is dreamy-happy. Thank you for taking me along. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/01/12 at 05:36 PM Somehow the free time you speak of makes me think of all the hiking you do, which surely is never wasted. ;) Our friends in Soda also are speaking of their snow melting, an odd winter all around. |
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