Aeroplanes in our Mind

An inscrutable buzz envelopes the mist

as planes descend and leave this city

It's almost the last week of December

People talk in loud shrilly voices

Another new year approaching

Another reason to be happy

I savor the warmth of the sun on my scruff

And I think about those winters

When we stood in huddles

warming up the air with our banter

Forgetting, it's almost the end of another year

But that was then, now

maybe you too are tuned into the buzz 

of planes against a misty sky

Listening to loud shrilly voices

of hope taking flight

Maybe this new year could

just be the reason to be happy

Who knows.