Two thousand seventeen

A year is gone
After all , in a matter of days
A year is gone
leaving memories galore

        A year is gone
Of grief and gumption
Of joy and celebration
The carnival , the picnic
Of apple pie and turkey
The cold nights writ large
Upon  days hectic-
Yet , that icing on the cake
bold and  beautiful

Says quite loud and clear

 A Merry Christmas

 Then a Happy New Year…

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