At New Year
we stood in the back garden
watched sparkles and flares,
listened to the bangs and screeches
of city and county fireworks.
No scent of cordite marred or jarred
the sweet rural air.
Nothing destroyed the calm of the countryside,
the homes of small animals and birds.
No sky lanterns polluted the night.
We reflected on 2020
—the Covid year—
we’re glad to see the back of it.
This brand new year will be better,
it can’t be worse, we decided.
We thought of dear friends and family,
of lost friends, and unhappy families,
of the marvellous NHS;
of sights previously unseen.
We thought of unthought-of happenings
and poor planning
that made last year dire.
Despite all, we are still human
and so, full of hope.
No breath of snow whispered past.
A touch of frost tweaked noses and toes,
No matter what, the ceiling
of the country always celebrates
time, people, purpose.
We stood in the back garden
and sipped spiced hot wine.
Polly Stretton © 2021
02/01/2021 at 11:01
What a lovely expression of your moment in time reflecting back. Let’s hope we can overcome this virus as soon as possible now but am sure 2021 will be a better year for most people. Happy New Year.
02/01/2021 at 11:08
Thank you for commenting and glad you liked the reflection…I totally agree your words re the virus and hope wholeheartedly that 2021 will be a better year. Happy New Year to you and yours and thank you for your writing 🙂
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17/02/2021 at 08:29