hermit fish

New Year's Eve − Morning

I got up early
 to watch
 the sun rise
 on the
 last day of the year
 mauves, pinks
 reds
becoming gold
 then
 light white
 even with my tea
 too cold
 for outside
 I pulled a chair
 to the window
 watched
 the beginning of the end
 “Saint Sun”
 the Celts
would say
 and
 bow