tick tock tick tock
my book is open, bookmarked page
I had wanted to read but until now
awaits for my attention, so fleeting
my pen lies on my table, as it has been
for the last months, still humming the
lyrics of the song in my head, unsung
my recipe book is dusty in kitchen shelf
papers hurriedly torn, pressed tight amidst
the jars, waiting for my yellow apron
tick tock tick tock
the heavy snow fall after Christmas Day
reminds me of the season’s swift passing,
burying festive wrappers, in a blink of an eye
as the year comes closer to the end,
I see unmarked days, unopened letters,
as well as exclamation points, and smiley faces
a good and fruitful year, despite sad autumn
and short summer, new and old friends keeping
company, while meeting challenges head on
the sparklers and blow horn are ready
for new year’s eve, a countdown louder than
church bell’s tower in downtown square
yes, I am all set to turn the page,
write my words, try new dishes to cook,
watch ice hockey games, shake more hands
tick tock tick tock
Happy New Year !!!!
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Mary's Mixed Bag
and Theme Thursday : Future
