December 31^st

The lone fisher stands on the rocky wall,
Casting his hopes toward the calm sea.
Ships sail past slowly as gulls raise their call,
Shrieking in voices full of revelry.

The sky overhead drains of all its blue.
In the distance, it glows satiny pink.
From the sun radiates an orangish hue
As the great orb slides past horizon's brink.

The sun sinks fully below the black line,
And all around darkens, here on the marsh.
Silhouette casts to the sea one last time.
Insects awaken, their song loud and harsh.

After the sun sets, the current year ends,
And at the same time, another begins.