As the year comes to a close, I think most of us pause to mourn the loss of the old and the welcoming of and appreciation of the new.
We say goodbye and hello.
After the funeral, the mourners gather
under the rustling churchyard maples
and talk softly, like clusters of leaves.
White shirt cuffs and collars flash in the shade:
highlights on deep green water.
They came this afternoon to say good-bye,
but now they keep saying hello and hello,
peering into each other's faces,
slow to let of each other's hands.
from Delights and Shadows