the sky
blooms
with blossoms
of fire
lighting
up the
night
and every
mortal eye
bedazzled
and awed.
one year
dies
and another
born
and we
put our
heartaches
and hurts
and woes
to the
torch:
burnt offering
for hope
and peace
and joy.
and we
raise
our glasses
and sing
dirges
to the
year
that was
and whisper
prayers
for the
year
that comes
and face
the dawn
bravely.