New Year's Eve Brunch

The last drop of tea amber globed

quavers 

on the red rose teapot’s spout

drops 

nestles 

into the creamy cupful

hesitates

surrenders

to the new reality.

Opportunistic

White plastic shopping bag

ballooning against the frosty 

roadside weed stalks.

Just the thing!

Along the lane it fills -

flattened soda cans

ragged paper plates

tangled baling twine

a broken green Frisbee.

The Only Thing Not Frozen Out Here

Amber liquid in the shoulder 

of the whisky bottle sprawled 

face down in the fence line.