New Year's Eve
I won't wait for the Midnight turn
My Christmas candle still burns
And the cats tuck their heads in to curl
Into shapes of sleep framed by fur.
This is the moment I take
Into next year of noise and mistakes
These halycon minutes, now made
By creatures, contented and safe.
I am one of them too
So I pray with silent gratitude
The night crowds will shout loudly soon
But my candle lights up the whole room.
Copyright LJ Ireton 2017.
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