For our last Poetry Friday contribution for 2018, it only made sense to share an end-of-the-year poem. According to author and journalist Hal Borland, “Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.” Wishing you all a very fun and productive year ahead!
Donna at Mainely Write is hosting Poetry Friday round-up this week!
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street the rooms of houses show
A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin
And still allows some stirring down within.
These sudden ends of time must give us pause.
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
More time, more time. Barrages of applause
Come muffled from a buried radio.
The New-year bells are wrangling with the snow.
Read the entire poem here.