Dear old year
I whisper under my breath
You have come and gone
Like a gaze into the fire
Notes scribbled on a page
Breaths taken in a frozen bowl
Alice is the host of this party
Her dainty little mouth
Chewing sugar and candy
I wonder what next year will bring
She sings
I can not bear to think of another year
It makes my stomach taut
Perhaps it is better to dream
To be wrapped up in clouds
And winter sunshine
Keeping the world outside
Away
We are good at that
All snug and warm together
The kettle bubbles
Alice skips from lounge to kitchen
All excited and young
I watch her
And can't help feeling
We are all God's poems.
