New Years Eve

The house is quiet, the night is still
only a few more hours until the
end of another year, I celebrate
with no loud reverie or
dancing on the table, but our
family tradition,  Chinese food to go.
My husband and I
play a game of Cribbage and
listen to Johnny Mathis sing
"Auld Lang Syne".  I watch
 shadow flames from the
wood burning stove move
across the wall, and reflect
on the miracle of life
in each passing day - days
quickly passing by, like
a passing parade.  The blessing
of family and cherished friend,
of love and laughter and
happy times. And long days
laden with sorrow and fear -
death. Like winter; cold and
gray, bringing a heavy heart,
and tears.  But  the days
carry on, until Spring again,
bringing new life and birth, and hope.
And so it is, the New Year comes.