Countdown

Lingering until the end,

An old December day has

Seen the final flickers of

Two thousand fifteen.

Swell

Blow glass, throw clay

Or carve a

Wooden one; they all are

Lovely, honorable, handy, and 

Such fun.

Suspended animation?

Cheers to those years we

Had together as siblings

In our

Large family. We played and

Dreamed, but

Had no voice, no way to wonder

Out loud without

Offense; those distant

Days fed imaginations, held us in suspense.

Needle and thread

Stitches going

Every which way; what

Will be our project today?

Driven

Dreams or snow, they sometimes

Ride before the

Invisible

Force of a more

Truculent nature.

Midnight lunch

On silent

Wings they

Launch into the night,

Soundlessly grabbing a little bite.

Handed down...

The annual

Replication of

A recipe, story, or  

Decoration

Is sometimes a

Timeless 

Indication of familial

Obligation, though each

New year might bring an unfamiliar

Song to sing.