Last day of the year-
time to part with excesses
and celebrate them.

A sideways twilight-
two more days of December
then real winter comes.

The warmth of the sun
makes me forget December
is almost over.

The broken train cars
litter the field with corpses
of rusted iron.

The wind swirls dead leaves
into piles of brown corpses
animating ghosts.

The coming of night
with its dark blue wind in trees
smells of fresh dampness.

Triumphant sunlight
illuminates Christmas Day
with profound quiet.