With nary
a wink or a nod
2012 has silently
slipped away—
Too weary
to dance at dawn
Or drink
the tasteless vapors of duplicity.
There is
a fresh new year now,
One of discernible
distillation,
Begun at
the second bell of midnight;
A
winter-night so in love with itself...
Born of sequestered
champagne and genial applause.
The dusk darkly
whispered of what was to come,
And
twilight drew us in with piquant promise.
Yet, when
morning came it was without fanfare;
It was
courteous, polite and perfunctory.
The last
year was our latent caller;
We
guessed at its purpose;
We hoped
in its intentions.
And when
it scurried out without apology
We waved farewell
and blessed the send-off…
For it
was into the beautiful.
That night
was our vessel of light escape;
Forever gone
are the quiet sorrows of yesteryear.
Poem written by Lisa Porter-Grenn
January 2013
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