As the Year Ends




My writing group holds a poetry contest each year. The rules are simple: write a poem on a given theme. This year’s theme is “Holidays.”

This is what I came up with:

As the Year Ends
Wind blows cold and
Wind blows fierce.
Cheeks grow red and rough.

Snow drifts gently,
Snow piles high
Roads all turn to slush.

Sleds skim hillsides,
Skaters glide.
Children laugh and cheer

Wild bucks clash.
Quarterbacks dash.
Spectators raise their beer.

Holidays abound,
Gifts form mounds,
New calendars appear.

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