—Joyce Odam, Sacramento
The year—deciduous at last—its days
all counted down, its worries and its woe,
its seasons done, the testing of its ways—
and one more January looms.
Our favorite holiday, we laugh, and go
toward it with the energy it brings—
our yearly resolutions strong again
until they end up with the other things
that fit our mental storage rooms—
the ones we try to clean out now and then.
BREATH OF TIME
The view is good from here.
Snow birds cry love to me.
The mountain peaks shine.
The sunlight pours down
I hear the thin ring of bells
from valley churches.
I can even fly—soar,
My body is light. My mind
has never been so deep.
Love shines from within me,
It is brief but good.
I feel a swarm of color.
I am surrounded by sunlight.
I transform into all of it.
I have reached the magic number
This year I celebrate.
We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives, not looking for flaws, but for potential.
—Medusa, with New Year's Tidings for all in this Year of the Dragon (see www.squidoo.com/year-of-the-dragon). For some good and not-so-good New Year's resolutions for writers, go to billanddavescocktailhour.com/10-bad-new-years-resolutions-for-writers-bad-advice-wednesday-holiday-edition