We are old and the year is new.
I pull glass dust from my hairline
While you don one more layer or two,
Head into winter to finish on time.
Come with me now into the new land
Where moon music reverberates into day
Where the seasons arrive without plan
Where love is setting up house to stay.
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
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