The morning sun made

quite an entrance. The sky turned

red in anticipation.

~

Every sailor knows

what red skies in morning mean;

do you know something different?

Time is of essence

when our need is the greatest;

otherwise, it ebbs and flows.

~

Hopefully as time

goes by we finally learn

how to ride the waves.

Bringing our old selves

into a new year

means nothing basic will change.

~

Basically you’re right.

Sometimes our poems will post

on schedule… and sometimes not.

As this old year draws

to its long awaited close,

what good can we say of it?

~

The answers vary,

but many would say they’re glad

to wish this old year goodbye.

Crystal icy air

lends stars a merry twinkle

but makes watching misery.

~

Unfortunately

all that sparkles is not gold

when the air is icy cold.