The wild beauty is coming in clear new <br />With ravines winter's territory <br />The aflame of frosty fires to see <br />Majesty of coldness that comes through <br />The moment's going to a year that is gone <br />Devoured with many of its walking life <br />Railways to forgetfulness pathways done <br />From its childhood to the old did it strife <br /> <br />Happy year I say to those who answer <br />A new is born soon to give more ages <br />Weight upon its fresh on coming bearing <br />To be in colors of each tidings wear <br />That growth and aspiring to each wages <br />With many of its old ways and flaring<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-year/
