Fine light rain tumbling
Like snow shining wet, with umbrella fumbling.
Giant bonfires in red sand pits glowing at the shore,
Waves curling inland galore,
The air smelling of burning wood and s’mores.
Soggy walk home- sounds of laughter and glee,
And bright, popping splendor all around me.
In the front tree shining with raindrops of glittering green mint,
We spy little yellow and white birds dolefully roosting, eyes aglint.
A Grand New Year,
To be filled with good hearty Cheer.