We begin the year (And which year is it?) Again.

And again
Noticeboards shed
Their ancient leaves
And the maw of the recycling bin
Waits to swallow, gulp and pulp.

But their humus
Will be the soil
Of insane renewal
To yet again
Beckon us on and on
For yet another dreary year.



© G. Eraclides 2008 2016