When December is done
before New Year’s wheel has turned
I’ll welcome the old ones and set
a plate for them at the table.
I mean to rest and begin anew.
I will listen closely to what Moss Brook murmurs
then toss apples to dance downstream.
I will greet each day,
gather warmth and clouds from the field.
I intend to retreat in silence
where no one knows of me
to sit on the cushion and walk,
to quiet the mind and breath.
I want to awaken each morning content,
to feel the heat of the sun warm floor boards
and whisper away Jack Frost’s work.
I will follow tracks of deer, turkey, mouse, and bear
as we all make our way into winter.
elaine reardon- Blessings carry you through the New Year