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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