Two Thousand And Ten Flowering Lights

In a flash from one year,
Into the next,
The fireworks would strobe dainty flashes of atmosphere,
It was now seconds into Two Thousand And Ten,
Shouting joys from each guest, "Happy New Year!",

The garden with its miniature monuments frozen,
Beautiful abstract forms,

A painting from the night,

With its jet black brilliance,
And hues of dissipating flora,
Will set forth soon,

Even under the snows of this winter,
A glorious year with more flowers,
That will never disappoint the visionaries,

Or the tiny garden fairies.