Happy New Year, everyone! Here is a poem by Ted Kooser.
YEAR’S END
Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding that
one red feather on the wind.
“Year’s End” by Ted Kooser, from Sure Signs: New and Selected Poems. © University of Pittsburgh Press, 1980
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