"New Year"

In this airy smell of pine,
Time zones can only allow
the recapture of a few hours.
And in that space,
the last seconds still slip away.
I can always pretend and replay
the songs of an old year,
and hear with cheer or sadness 
the cumbrous voice of choice
to overcome or succumb
to my world’s madness. 
This world’s at an end
Of an olden year,
Readied to renew another-
In a wintered chimera
that tries to swallow
the bitter mistakes
of our shortcomings.
But true beginnings
Are not in Winter.
Still , there is the welcome 
Of another year to breathe
And reflect on the blessings
Or the blemishes of the past.

Faultering and forgiving,
We await the season
of the Son’s Coming.
Meantime, we need
to taste the pine nut seeds
Gathered in the forest of life.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2012-12-31 at 18:03

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I like the consonance of a lot of these lines: 'the blessings or the blemishes, 'faultering and forgetting.' Also agree with Shells that 'another year to breathe' is memorable and lovely.

William
2013-01-16


shells
I've just seen this on the front page, it so deserves to be there, I'm holding on to your line of "still, there is the welcome of another year to breathe." An uplifting yet reflective piece,much enjoyed.
2013-01-08


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2013-01-01


melanie sue
Thank YOU very much, Country Fog. I meant to add an author's note that if you have ever eaten a pine nut seed, depending on variety, it can be either bitter or sweet. The brown seeds that come from the variety that grows near the Grand Canyon is sweet and delicious...My experiences are both literal and metaphor......HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU and ALL!
2012-12-31


countryfog
. . . and the pitchy cones to kindle our fires against the cold and the dark. There is wisdom here, perspective and patience, acceptance of what is and hope for what we will make of it. I think it says much too of a life of learning and enduring, reflecting more on the blessings than the blemishes. A fine poem Melanie, beginning the year with your usual grace and craft.
2012-12-31