Last Christmas Poem by Stan Petrovich

The blizzard worsened
then twittered
as I plowed through the snowy leaves
on my way home
a home that was not there any longer
far gone as the big bang
but leaving detritus and dust
of my memories
of my holidays
of my family
all gone

I stopped and climbed stairs
wanting to jump off and join them all
but it was an invincible task
where were they really
really gone
or merely hiding in the snowy leaves
over which I had trampled before

Sitting quietly down by the Rock
meditating I wept
but christmas passed
and this new year would be my last