The streamers have fallen
wrapping paper discarded
lights burned out
cookie crumbs swept under the rug
the broken glass of last year – those shards finally found and tossed
2015 in the books
and this new year
with new snow
new lights
new flutes of bubbles
waiting…
waiting..
waiting.
the calendar stares blank
its empty child’s eyes wondering what’s to come
watching in amusement
as its days becomes filled
and then become memories
Sincerely, Lori 