Last year gone in smoke.
A nose against the window.
Goodbye and welcome.
In bed we listen
to neighbors’ celebrations.
Our own more muted.
Auld land syne we sing
with no care for key or tune
with smiles and good cheer.
Published on Jan 1, 2015
Last year gone in smoke.
A nose against the window.
Goodbye and welcome.
In bed we listen
to neighbors’ celebrations.
Our own more muted.
Auld land syne we sing
with no care for key or tune
with smiles and good cheer.
I can really relate to your second haiku here. Hope those neighbours didn’t keep you awake too late. 🙂
Not too late no. I can sleep through pretty much anything once I’m out.