An accountant's December
The issue with December is not that it is the elusive month of resolutions and scrutinizing life-accounting, but the fact that it arrives too fast and all the more often. Tsarouhis in this self-portrait, indicates the reasons: it bears the prudent wings of Daedalus.Labels: Life imitates Art(?), Time, Ουαί και Ημίν, Χρόνος
posted by Vass at 11:32 AM
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Hi. I do not know what to say about December...but this poem sure does:
"Year's End"
Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.
I like it!
Rowan
and, indeed, meaningful it is...
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