Today is the end of our Festive Season together and we must part - we will leave with a measure of delight at the fray and the challenge to his intellect in the august halls of our Alma Mater he will leave me to my peace and my très riches heures I have a new-year-ready schedule for my days which should help to cover the ground of my being: get things done in '19 (who knows what it holds in its arms) mildness of winter already alarmsnext poem