Meeting The New Year...

we do not wish to meet this new year
with firecrackers
we get away from the tradition of noise
and wild merrymaking
the smoke that chokes us
the rubbish that we give to what could
have been a neat morning
we pledge that what we offer for the year
is the peace of the hearth of the home
the silence of the moss
the coolness of the pond
the songs of birds hovering on
the twigs of oak trees and
the softness of the ferns

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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