This week, I am going to include poems about the New Year by poets who I admire and love. The first comes from Naomi Shihab Nye. It's all about losses and leavings. Appropriate for this afternoon's gathering.
Saint Marty wishes everybody a prosperous New Year, filled with more hopes than regrets.
Burning the Old Year
by: Naomi Shihab Nye
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t docrackle after the blazing dies.