moments between moments

twenty six - resolution

The clock chimes 12
The fireworks flash
People around you laugh and hug
They make resolutions for next year that will inevitably be abandoned come autumn.
With the falling of the leaves the hopes and dreams for 2020 fall to the ground too.
Beautiful in their demise.
Graceful in their last moments.
Serene in their fall.

Some last longer.
They linger on the trees, desperately clinging to the branches before softly letting go.
They are the final leaves and hopes to fall.
And then winter comes. 
And they are buried.
Lost underneath the rain and sleet.
There is no snow.
No beauty to mask the fallen resolutions.