Be sure to visit Mary Lee Hahn at A Year of Reading for the Poetry Friday Roundup!
The Concert for Peace, Cathedral of St. John the Divine, New York City
Margaret Simon shared this poem on Facebook the other day, a perfect poem with which to begin a new year of Poetry Friday.
We still have our Christmas tree up, and there are holiday decorations strewn all over the house…but, there is definitely a feeling of “After the Holidays” this morning. A new year begins, a fresh deck of cards and a new game plan beckon, even as we still enjoy the detritus of holiday warmth.
Happy New Year, Poetry Friday friends! Here’s to another year of beautiful poems and friendship!
After the Holidays
|the house settles back into itself,
wrapped up in silence, a robe
around its shoulders. Nothing
is roasting in the oven or cooling
on the countertops. No presents
are waiting to be wrapped, no cards
fill the mouth of the mailbox.
All is calm, all is bright, sunlight
glinting off snow. No eggnog, no yule
log, no letters to be licked
and stamped. No more butter
cookies, no more fudge, just miles
to go on the treadmill, another round
plate added to the weight machine.
All our good intentions pave the road.
We stride out into the new year,
resolute to become firm, to define
our muscles, to tighten our borders.
The thin tinsel of the new moon
hangs in the dark sky, a comma
dividing the sentence between
last year’s troubles and this year’s
hopes. The calendar ruffles her pages,
a deck of shiny cards, deals out
a fresh new hand.
From Small Rain (purple flag, 2014).