Picked thee from rush day
About New Year, hey
So end in fourteenth
Not on leaf thirteenth
Front house “euphorbia”!

To us it belongs
Despite many thorns
Few people out here
Perhaps to drink beer
Elder relatives

Twelfth month – thirty-first
Year’s final outburst
Twenty-Eleven
Has come to an end
Last sunlight ‘bout six

On plant’s row outside
Along the roadside
Leans on bamboo fence
Beside wooden bench
Just in front our house

This year’s Toladas
Arrive at its last
Turning point it is
To next year’s new leaves
Oh Happy New Year!

-12/31/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection