A New Year

by Thomas Davis

The old year hung behind a hill
that sang with birds and bears and animals
as numerous as water plummeting over black rock
to a canyon far below a granite cliff.

The new year, over the hill, was shrouded in fog,
whiteness obscuring dark shapes
that could almost be made out inside the hint of brightness
from a sun that could not be seen.

We walked into the mountains with our two dogs,
the old year on the hill behind us,
the new year over the hill in front of us,

and we listened to the singing of the old year hill
and wondered why we have to keep going on
into a fog that could hold miracles
or terrors
or a continuation of rich songs now behind us.

14 Comments

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14 responses to “A New Year

  1. Wonderful Poem..
    Blessings for 2016 and Beyond.. Sue

  2. Lovely images and message. Have a most Happy New Year.

  3. The idea of hills, behind and ahead conveys well the mix of feelings that come with a turn of the annual calendar. To me, you have elegantly captured that mix, though you seem to have made the future less attractive than the past. I wonder if that’s inevitable as we come to a certain age in life. I live among the foothills of mountains and this lovely poem speaks to me. May the new year bring many blessings to you and Ethel and your loved ones, Thomas.

  4. Happy New Year to you and yours!!

  5. Wishing you many miracles and no terrors at all in the coming year, and of course an unquenchable spring of wonderful creativity.

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