some sit silently.
soaking in the sounds of bells.
acknowledging it.
others, teary-eyed,
watching a bad year subside
into better years.
another, smiling
eyes ablaze with fireworks
of the bright past year.
ev'ryone with pens
and smudgy resolutions,
mapping their future.
buildings shed clothings.
sheets, curtains change like seasons.
posters, promotions.
and it seems:
flipping calendars
unfathomably transform
us happy creatures.
me? if ev'ry day
can be seen as a new year:
oh, happy planet!
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 5:32 AM UTC
some sit silently.
soaking in the sounds of bells.
acknowledging it.
others, teary-eyed,
watching a bad year subside
into better years.
another, smiling
eyes ablaze with fireworks
of the bright past year.
ev'ryone with pens
and smudgy resolutions,
mapping their future.
buildings shed clothings.
sheets, curtains change like seasons.
posters, promotions.
and it seems:
flipping calendars
unfathomably transform
us happy creatures.
me? if ev'ry day
can be seen as a new year:
oh, happy planet!
A haiku for the new year. Many people look towards the new year as if it should herald in some change - hence they pen resolutions, set new goals, get new looks. If everyone could be so suddenly energised and hopeful for each and every day!
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