The fire glimmers softly at this time of year,
Dulled with amber glow and vague reflection,
Crusted embers fused in furnaced carbon tears,
Mingled joyous sadness and dejection.
Beginnings of the ending of another passaged year,
Vault of mem’ries scanned in observation,
Stockings hung, as adults, anticipating all good cheer,
Pros and cons on mantelpiece selection.
Twas once upon the last day of the dying of each year
That I gazed into the flames of self-perception,
Feather to the balance of the heart, reviewed with fear,
Weighted gaze, self-analyzed confession.
Distanced through the haze in the glow of burnt-out year,
A summary of days passed in completion,
Banked one upon the other, at life calendar I peer,
In moments quiet peaceful introspection.
Some coals that I have gathered in the bunker of this year
I’ll store in baskets woven for retention,
Others I will burn to warm and I’ll hold dear
The treasures earthed from pits and recollection.
scottishmomus 