Poetry: The Festive Season

hand in hand and side by side
we walk along the leaf-strewn path
a rhythmic crunching matching stride
with the footfalls of the fading past

our free hands hold the unlit candles
that at dusk, will cast in orange light
the relics of this annum’s scandals
that winter’s cleansing will make right

we’ll place these candles in the lanterns
carved with scenes of joy and fear
each an expression of the churn
that adulthood carries through the year

when morning breaks post hallows’ eve
the candles wax, the lanterns dun
we’ll exhale vestiges of our grief
inhale the hopes of things to come

for the festive season is upon us
young tidings of a slate made clean
an oath that time will take the onus
and trade our struggles for our dreams