"Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin
And still allows some stirring down within.
These sudden ends of time must give us pause.
More time, more time. Barrages of applause
We fray into the future, rarely wrought
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.
Come muffled from a buried radio.
The New-year bells are wrangling with the snow."
A “Years’ End” poem from Richard Wilbur to close, with many thanks to all my readers for your support in 2022.
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What a beautiful closing, my dear Laura. Happy 2023! ✨😘
And I thank you, Marina and wish you and Hera all the very best for 2023 and look forward to seeing what art you produce for the months to come
We both thank you very much!
Likewise, my dear Laura!
xo
What a lovely ending to the year. Happy 2023 Laura! Lots to look forward to in your Japanesque garden,
And New Year greetings to you and your garden Jude
Love this collection for year’s end. Happy New Year!
thank you Kiki and for going walkabouts together
Thank YOU, Laura! As I keep telling my friends – by myself I wouldn’t have discovered half of the places you’ve been showing me!
that such a relief – as am not the best Londoner!
One more day. Another that you express beautifully. We are blessed to have your voice in this chorus we share. neil
singing in harmony with you Neil!