Happy New Year my friends! My husband and I spend time planning our objectives and goals for the new year during this time It is kind of like a date! We have been doing it for decades. We have seen plans and policies, personal and political, come and go. So I am in the mood to think about turning over leaves, old and new. Best to us all in our hopes for a new year. Thanks for your interest in my blog.
Heather
A New Year – 2023
Early morning, the sky is cool, grey pearl
with hints of milky nacre.
Before crows come marauding,
three hawks glide and circle in the soft quiet.
Dawn updrafts barely riffle their wings tips.
Hummingbirds start nectar breakfast.
You see a sweeter side of San Francisco
in hushed Sundays running up to the Holidays.
Even banter, fear, and sarcasm on Nextdoor
seems muted. A little less angry.
Perhaps the falling leaves inspire us to turn
some over, even if they are old leaves
laid down in years gone by.
Could we be tired, finally, of trumped up discord
as the reality of two real wars, bombed-out hospitals,
and hollow-eyed hostages sinks into our souls?
It rains later. The afternoon light dims
as drops begin to hit the window like popcorn.
Wind picks up, whistling through the gaps
in the patio doors, tents, and Victorian casements.
Soon it will be the winter solstice.
The hummingbirds, jewels themselves, will begin mating,
To display, they climb high and dive straight down.
An extravagance of power and passion
in their quest for a better future.
Heather Saunders Estes 