The last day of this calendar year
Crawls to a new year's dawn.
I shall watch the dark silently yield
To sunlight and a new month's page and pictures.
Time is not measurable by clocks or almanacs,
It is no entity, much less a person or a deity.
So Time will not have a stop.We may decline and fall,
Our days are finite.Before we go,
We can sing a song of joy, seeing things anew.
The dawn that brightens with the day, the scudding clouds,
Their changing shapes and hues,
Their streaks of pink and red,
Orange, scarlet,
Dispersal, dissolution, vanishings, so ravishing.
This is the joy of the shaping spirit of imagination.
Welcome the new dawn with joy and curiosity.
Time will not stop for us.
- - - - - December 31,2014
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Beautiful poem! The intersection of the old Year with the New one is spectacular! As our existence on Earth is finite, before our time runs out, let us sing a song of joy! Wish you a great New Year of health and happiness!