Last Day of the Year

 




Last day of the year
And the sun seems new again.
(It always does).

 

Light has become blue;
Clouds sneak in front of the sun.
(Their hide and seek game.)

 

 Crow on his high perch
Takes off like a blackened sail
Into the sky sea.

It's a gloves-on day;
Olivia chews on cud
Next to long shadows.

Light floats on the stream
Hitchhiking on the water
Wherever it goes.

 

 This winter sunshine
Doesn't provide any warmth,
Only dark shadows.

Gray ice guardians
Stand around the water pail
Frigidly watching.

 The very last leaves
Still clinging to the tree top
Are mocking the wind.