Merry Seasons

12/31/11

Merry seasons collect social circles to
Sing proud the traditions of human history and
Prescribe relief from the responsibilities of
Reality. Emerald pockets lift lighter for
Every ruby heart (or pair of lips) that bears fruit of
Relation on the high-hanging holly above.
Olive mittens of self-warming traded for hot
Mugs of mead and Burgundy.
 
A year’s end;
A revolution made in 365 strobing sights.
A resolution made in hope of a better life.
A year begins:

Scrooges sleep, carolers breathe, dreamers blink,
Lovers look, haters taste, and idiots think.
Years are hollow tallies of how much each has done,
Its dawn greets the same Earth left by prior ones.

Resolving to bake bread from weathered granite
Will offer only desperate and baffled starvation.
Placing desired delusion on a freshly hung calendar
Will offer doomed captivity to emotion’s imagination.

Quaint cottages and storefronts line quiet 
Streets of snow and stationary automobiles.
The glimmer of ecstasy gently reflects off the
Crystal surface of frozen ponds, icicles, and the
Chilled windows of warm, humble houses.