Year’s End

 

This year seems to be happy

as it nears its end-

I heard its golden oriole voice-

saw its marigold-dance

in a crazy North wind-

it still retains the carnival spirit-

on stilts

it walked past me the other day

looking at the pale sun feather-

throwing me a misty smile

it whispered of its return

in a new look-

I now treasure its breath

of fresh oranges-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Year’s End @ Poets United