I wish for you
beautiful memories
in the coming year
and the poem-sight
to record them forever,
living moments internal,
transformed to eternal...
may the vapors
of this winter's breaths,
living, love and loss,
rise up, as smoke
to be returned
unto you,
inscribed within the
spring rains warmth,
summer's stunning,
breathtaking sunsets,
autumnal leave drops
anointing your humanity,
and yet,
one more time,
next December,
in a tear-shaped snowflake,
that upon your tongue will fall, and,
the taste thereof,
giving you pause,
to acknowledge
this singular sentiment:
the year is crowned,
let next year's
joyful imaginings
exceed, add,
to the equity
of our lives.
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Always
give cheer for
the simplest truth of all,
*life's crooked adventures, above all,*
(always, a word I like.
so many pleasures
brief, attenuated.
but not this one)
always, all ways,
let our exchange of words
never be less,
perhaps be more,
than our physical embrace