I was trying to find an appropriate New Year poem and had nearly picked Alfred Tennyson’s Ring Out Wild Bells, but then I found this one which felt quite appropriate for leaving 2020 and going into an uncertain future which we hope will be filled with better things.
Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper
a clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow
You vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind’s hearty gust.
Fill your glass. Here’s tae us. Promises
made to be broken, made to last.
For past Saturday Poems, take a look at the archive in Poetry Please.