I always feel a little bleak when the decorations are cleared on Jan 6th, yet the idea of a fresh start is attractive too... I posted this on Writers' Dock two years ago, though I have altered it since then.
Today is the first of Ordinary -
the feast is finished,
snow has turned to sleet
sun and stars hide.
This is the real New Year.
The glitter and lights are gone.
We come down to earth
grab reality again.
We pack our memories a little tighter
shoulder our bags
better balanced
for a week or so
and slip into forward gear,
Time has marked another turn.
1 comment:
I like this a lot. The rhythm suggests that sluggish start to the real new year. I like the idea of tightly packed memories too.
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