The Last Of Last Year Comments

THE SUN HAS OUTRUN ITSELF AND SHINES IN EXALTATION. That is a wonderful image of the sheer exuberance of the natural world. Your poem makes us sensitive to another order of time - one governed not by the calendar as such but the epocal events that shape our perception of time. Whether one approaches them as archetypes or divine realities, they inform our life and make see things on a cosmic scale. I love that last image: IT'S ANOTHER YEAR AGAIN, RESURRECTION AND WE SEE THE LIGHT. WONDROUS VISION!

Good writing thanks, I also believe that December is not the last month.