Just a little sunshine to end this rainy day,

And take all the pain and worry far away.

No one had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

Until someone let all their fear and negativity go.

All storms pass if you'll only give it time,

Right when it's heaviest, you're almost at your prime.

Yolks are soft until touched by heat, then they harden with strength that can't be beat.

Junior schoolers sit back in their seats;

And someone looks back at his life.

Now, with the start of the new,

Useful skills are to be gained.

Awesome is man, for he waits for the best;

Rough is the world, for it gives nothing but

Years of youth. And winters.

This flurry of Life that descends

as flakes fall in, and end,

with soles pressed,

where do They go?

(...evaporating in the distance...)

some with Circles & Squares

or Diamond/Triangles

in their trails...

Here goes one, long sloppy and muddied, always in a hurry!

And here is another, shuffling off in defeat.

This one made it slow, all dressed up on tippy toe,

And over there some ran with disco beat!!

All these little tracks of Lives,

and I look back, with ghosted smile,

My prints small and neat...

but Yours those I know are most adored,

Crisscrossing along these streets.

Jutting lines of modern yuletide ball gowns

And suits of monetary armor wrapped around men.

Neurotically, we clamber to the top of the pyramid

Under the orders of our self-protecting Id.

Armed with whistling words and clinking champagne glasses we

Reach into the lives and down-coat pockets of our fellow guests

Yearning, yet never finding that sense of self-security we so desperately seek.

J ust

A nother

N ewyear

U ntil

A ging

R eveals

Y ou

Usually have bad birthdays this years was pretty rough

Just because it started

Again we're back at the beginning

Nothing changed, despite that

Unless you force something to happen

Again the year will

Repeat as your own error but

You can make it new

Just another winter’s day

A crisp, cold wind whispers

Nestling in the trees

Until it swooshes

And whistles

Rattling the house.

You, child of winter, are at peace.