And a Happy New Year to You, Too

The year sheds skin and time and cash.
The firedrake burns down to ash
His habitation. The road is clear
All the way home to Happy Year,

Coming soon. With the proper friends,
Nobody notices when it ends,
This derelict calendar. The few,
The consequent, have naught to do

But watch the helicopters tow
The End behind them as they go
West, of course, and into the spring,
Where next year’s lark prepares to sing.

The Importance of Titles

Given the time of year, I'm getting lots of visitors who typed "sentimental christmas poem" into their search engines and were referred to my poem titled, oddly enough, "A Sentimental Christmas Poem." I don't know why I never seem to learn from this sort of thing. I could attach titles like "Taylor Swift Wants to Kiss You" or "End of the World Megan Fox Bikini" or "Guns Don't Kill People, Bullets Do" to pretty much any poem, and people would just think I was whimsical or cutting edge or annoying. But they'd probably arrive here in greater numbers. Don't know if they'd read poems once they'd arrived, though. Probably not.