New Year’s haiku

New Year’s Eve so pleased my balled-up tissue made the waste basket

“Next year will be different” watching others party on TV

“Happy New Year!” The night-shift cashier stifles a yawn

Rainy New Year’s the stench of scalded feathers fills the farm kitchen

A mouthful of what once were leaves broken tea bag

Listening to the rain I pick at an old scab

The dead cherry’s branches still manage to sway amorous squirrels

Mid-afternoon bottle rocket it’s still New Year’s

Donning boots to dance on a sheet of bubble wrap her 5th New Year