Beloved November waves goodbye
as she drifts around the bend.
Deep December ponders many meanings
as a cedar is dug up, put into a pot filled with earth
and brought into the house. Its branches
are decorated with lavender
and dark purple ribbons and bows.
Then January strides in as a queen arrayed in gold
atop her steed. Bells ring. Fireworks explode
as she descends from her horse
and bows to us watching the parade.
Her humility astounds.
We wonder what the new year will bring.
Barbara Robinette is the author of two books of poems, Plain and Sea Leafs By Moon. A third book is forthcoming. Several of her poems have appeared in print and on-line. She has written poems, off and on, since President Kennedy’s assassination in 1963 when someone read “Oh Captain, My Captain” during the funeral procession. She thinks poetry is for everyday, working people and keeps that audience in mind when writing her poems.