At the Very End of Year

Blowing in from round World’s End
At very end of year,
Rain taps upon front door,
Whispers by the chimney’s ear….
 
As wind slows down to stillness,
I hurry on my way
Before black ice freezes on the road,
Not long to stay, so brief the day.
 
Eyes startled as dog’s familiar feet
Mingle in the leaves,
Wet and motionless on icy street.
Turn around at end of year,
Begin again to keep the vigil,
Last days of year the season’s perfect gift.

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