Poetry Saying The Least

It was the sunniest day of the month. The air was getting brisk and the temperature very frigid. People were walking around in straight lines trying to keep themselves warm. The holidays were nearing and the remembrance of Santa were in the people’s mind. A smile formed and very slowly disappeared. The jolly feeling was whelming and the small particles of excitement formed. The joy of holidays made the people feel a sense and the want of happiness broadened. Days would go by for special days. The glow in people’s eyes existed. The change in society’s appearance grew. Decorations and spirits were out. The sound of jingles and chimes were heard. Time was ticking and so was money, love, and hearts. The passionate way of hymns and music orchestrated the way of life. It set out a source we’ve all seem to know and love. Every season. Every holiday. Every year.

The New Year thrills much excitement in new things. The New Year. Such grace in things and more exciting things. The year evolves and evolves and evolves. We look at each other with new eyes everyday. Every morning. Every night. How new can each day be from the last? Very new. Brand new. Pretty new. Totally new. Sorta new. Kinda new. Way new. Practically new. Really new. Super new. With so many things, no wonder we’re filled with so much.

So much can go into one thing. So many things can go into one thing. It's the thought that counts. So many thoughts into one thing is better than actual things. Time spent and so much time spent is still the same time spent. But the outcome of time consists of something.

Time was slipping and things were more noticeable than ever. As time slips the day ends and night begins. Words can carry such meaning and not; just like days; and nights.