It is February,

And surely by now the new year has begun;

The last of the celebrations, the Chinese lunar one, has come:

The cycle that started when the Hebrew fall harvest was spun

Has through the calendar and the belief systems religiously run

So now one might think that the search for newness is done; No

Coming soon will be Valentine’s day and the hope for a new, loving one.

Then Easter will herald a resurrection for all

When the spring time and nature will beckon and call

To the new life within us that wants to be free

And to frolic in the summer of July, independently;

Until ‘new’ would more express us as august and sober

And the warmth and the folly can be seen so clearly as over

As we must return to study the cycle of death in October

To begin to search for some light in the dark;

Where once again, good religion would find reason to hark

The birth of a new light and a redeeming hope to spark

To set off some fireworks and a new year to mark.

2014.02.05.0300 ©