Heavy
winter snows
whitened the trees.
They turned the branches
into filigrees
shivering in the wind.
Beneath
that commanding sky
helicopters beat the air
like motorcycles
flying by.
Observing this, we
enter twenty twenty-six
with a cold hard kiss.
Welcome to Twenty Twenty-Six
Hmmmm … not bad. I like the last 2 stanzas … were you up north in Connecticut for the holidays?
You are a hard cricket. Thnx for that.