A
New Year’s poem about the artificial beauty of the border between one year and the
next:
How beautiful the turning of the year!
A moment artificial yet profound:
Point upon an arbitrary chart
Passing like a breath upon the heart,
Yearning with anticipation wound,
New hope new harbored in old-fashioned cheer.
Even when the boundary line is clear,
We recognize the oneness of the ground.
Years, like circles, do not end or start
Except we lay across their truth our art,
Adjusting dates as they go round and round
Revolving to a tune long sung and dear.
©
by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Chords
of Harmony. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration
Credit: AI
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