My brother Jim, sent this in, saying that it was a poem that touched him this year.  It sounds like him.

What poetry moves you?

The End of This Year by Jack Ridl

The best place to be is here,
at home, the two of us, while

others ski or eat out. It will be
quiet. We won’t watch the ball

fall, the crowd in Times Square.
They will celebrate while here

there is this night. Tomorrow some will start over, or vow

to stop something; maybe try
again. Here the snow will

fall through the light over
the back door and gather

on the steps. We will hope
our daughter will be safe.

She will wonder what
the year will bring. Maybe

we will say a prayer.

“The End of This Year” by Jack Ridl from Practicing to Walk Like a Heron. © Wayne State University Press, 2013.