Nothing New

Comes the New Year
we’re led to believe
For me
I need no new thing
Sitting cross legged
on the family room floor
cradling my surbahar
Incense burning
Dogs asleep
Wife asleep
Another midnight slips
gently away the same
as in February
or June
or May

Peacefully

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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