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You think you're cute.
I know that you do.
You still have my love
and your friend does too.

I will write of the dust,
clogging the fissures which remain.
A mental cleaning, of grey cells,
should not happen, anytime soon,
unless the Moon is my objective.
No more romance, no more love
of another, just the Lord above.

Stay away from your window.
Don't look out your door,
for there are temptations, outside
looking for you once more.

Hello my siblings.
Hello to my friends.
Say goodbye to this year
of ending events.
Throw out the old,
retain all which is new,
for the year 2022
is now upon you.
Time to stop and pause,
accessing your life,
once more again,
avoiding strangers,
stay 6 feet away.
Get vaccinated
and keep wearing your mask.
Be good to others,
It's what we do.
I'll keep this memory,
in my heart, for you.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

very Full Moon of 2021 shines in this year-spanning astrophoto project, a composite portrait of the familiar lunar nearside at each brightest lunar phase. Arranged by moonth, the year progresses in stripes beginning at the top. Taken with the same camera and lens the stripes are from Full Moon images all combined at the same pixel scale. The stripes still looked mismatched, but they show that the Full Moon's angular size changes throughout the year depending on its distance from Kolkata, India, planet Earth. The calendar month, a full moon name, distance in kilometers, and angular size is indicated for each stripe. Angular size is given in minutes of arc corresponding to 1/60th of a degree. The largest Full Moon is near a perigee or closest approach in May. The smallest is near an apogee, the most distant Full Moon in December. Of course the full moons of May and November also slid into Earth's shadow during 2021's two lunar eclipses.

Photo by Soumyadeep Mukherjee

Don Smith Photography www.donsmithphotography.com
Click here to see Don Smith's favorite images of 2021

I look through the glass pane,
in the store front.
Others like me, a young boy of twelve,
had smeared the glass with their noses,
like I was doing now.
Look in the window, of this large
Christmas Display in the Bon Marche
or Frederick and Nelson's.
This event, not Christmas, but the window display,
was every young childs fantasy trip.
Toy train locomotives, were pulling
their cars, across country with bridges
and rivers too. It was a time for
a real view of your imagination.
Always a choice or you could pick,
these two displays in the Holiday Season.
It was all up to you.
Happy Holidays.

Ridges of embers,
glowed in the night.
There was no power,
but we had a light,
a lantern tall and bright,
powered by batteries, "D",
and the dimming light
from the woods dying glow.

High hang the lights
across timbered posts,
Lighting the way,
where we love most.
Across a patio wide,
barren of plant growth,
lays the Divinity,
The Holy Ghost.

Stay close to me,
I'll keep you safe.
Matters not, if adult
or a very small waif.

It was dark
beneath the stair.
A dusty smell
of cobwebs, dry,
alone was I,
but mustn't cry,
for you're brave.
I do know,
you are afraid,
of spiders.

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of the year.