Marry the New Year

Wedded veil white 

covers cold 

morning light with 

lace whispers of 

frozen dew.  

Thaw for a promise 

may bestow 

past the present 

time rings hollow, 

betrothed 

to ice nights.  

  

Borrow the hope 

of sap rising 

short days passing, 

creeks agéd 

away, 

rusts rolled gold 

to tin 

  

Here lies  

the old year, 

a kiss on her blue  

lips, 

an elegy for yesterdays 

now buried; 

three cheers.

©2007 P.A.Levy

First published by Decanto   JUNE 09