Soon the glass angel must be
\nWrapped and put away,
\nAnd this hard year swept out
\nLike tinsel from the Christmas tree \u00e2\u20ac\u201d
\nThe end of December, aromatic in its homely smoke, and the thin limbs
\nOf maple and ash, the pipecleaner pines,
\nBriushing themselves againsy
\nThe cold carbons of evening . . . .
\n\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d Elton Glaser<\/p>\n
As usual, the seasons change too fast.
\nThis year’s early balmy spell so leisurely,
\nConvincing, it tricks even the cautious
\nWhite magnolia into opening
\nAnd giving up its petals to a sudden
\nChange of air, to scatter on the ground . . .
\n\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d Jacqueline Osherow<\/p>\n
The longest night is past.
\nIt is the blessed morning of the year.
\nBeyond the window, snow
\nin patches on the river bank,
\nfrosty sunlight on the dry corn,
\nand buds on the water maples
\nred, red in the cold.
\n\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d Wendell Berry<\/p>\n
Now winter downs the dying of the year
\nAnd night is all a settlement of snow;
\nFrom the soft street the rooms of houses show
\nA gathered light, a shapen atmosphere.
\n\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d Richard Wilbur
\n\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 “Year’s End”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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