Days Gone By

And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

2020 is ending in a shroud 

of white, a cold layer settling 

the year to rest.  I await 

the pre-dawn hour, after 

the Watch Night, after 

the reconciling of thoughts

from all that has past 

this persistent year, I look out, 

step out into the night air—

crisp, fresh, new—and I have hope 

for what will bloom once this night’s 

snow fades, fades, fades 

into a good and joy-filled memory.

—C.L. Fisher, Almost January 2021

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