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
sumanar/lekha 
Oh to see my year manifest like that!
“. . . looking at the pale sun feather-
throwing me a misty smile . . . ”
What a joy you are, Sumana.
May your future years all smile on you.
Always a joy to read your poems, Sumana. Have a wonderful new year. Look forward to more in 2020.
Very sensory imaging here; I greatly enjoyed reading. Looking forward to a great year.
I love the happy ending to the year you have portrayed here. There is something so reassuring and beautiful about a bird song!
That orange-y breath portends good things to come, even as the old year ends.
I LOVE this personification, especially the marigold dance and misty smile. Loved this!
Oh, what a delight to contemplate this with you! Thank you.
A wonderful picture of nature for the end of the year. Thank you for painting this picture full of colors and smells.
OMG your images are enchanting. You have thrown be a curve ball i catch as favourite for this year
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much✏love
It is always a delight to read your poetry Sumana, this one especially.
I love the personification of the year- and a happy one, too! Lovely!
Gone, in a blast of refreshing, crisp air… Your words remind us to breathe and enjoy those wing-thrown smiles.
A happy break is hearing a bird sing. Lovely, Sumana!
The bird must have come very near-
Small wonder you were touched by hope & cheer!
Fresh oranges smell is great!
A new year is here for you- just a few days wait!
It’s Year End – Anita