Saturday, December 31, 2011

First Day

Something quiet builds this evening

as the hours tick away time.

There is nervous anticipation

that a moment has come and gone.

This is my favorite holiday

I am entranced by the possibility.

There is something magical in the idea

of the old giving way to the new.

As the hours pass, excitement rises

although I know it is all just a farce.

That at midnight we’ll throw glitter into the air

and kiss away the past.

Dressing up and hitting the town

was always part of the charade.

Formally addressing the turning page

and toasting its quiet end.

The silence of the new year’s morning

has memories steeped in my mind.

Walking the streets before the world comes to life

as if I am the first to tread here.

With endless possibilities

the beginning will come again.

The end just a memory, the ties all undone

a chance to come away clean.

The first light of morning, the first breath of day

the first time this year to begin.

A new life, a new hope, a new state of mind

 a new you because you can.

* For   Poetics-Endings & Beginnings *


  1. i agree...There is something magical in the idea
    of the old giving way to the new... happy new year andrea..over here it starts in exactly 14 minutes...smiles

  2. New life, new hope. Kissing away the past. All such good things. May you have the New Year you hope for!

  3. we wish there is a big difference, but really, it's all a symbol of hope, because we need something positive, especially when times are bad.

  4. there is def magic here at the end of the passing into the next...i hope that yours is full of magic...smiles..happy new year!

  5. I like this: "Formally addressing the turning page
    and toasting its quiet end."

  6. Isn't it wonderful to ring in the new year with poetry? All the best to you!

  7. Well one can hope, and if not on New Years Day, then when?