When music from the fireworks, embrace
and grip you gently with its feathered glove;
delivering in flowered coup de grace,
to listless years for few in hope of love
through perfumed steam the infant year,
a toddler rise to meet you — from her bed
bring sheen in shadows: now forget your fears.
The newborn year’s unsoiled while old lies dead.
With crystal water, wash her silky hair;
caress her gently – make your statements warm;
and take a vow to bring in utmost care,
a harvest fall of plow-bills made from arms.
On sheets unwritten, use your pens to write
the whispered words to make our future bright.
Michael give us a list of words at toads, and I think I have used them all in my sonnet for the new year. A happy new year to everyone.
December 31, 2014