Fireworks

An explosion,
A flash of light.
And we stare in awe
At the flurry of colors
That seem suspended in the air
If only for a moment
Before falling gracefully to the earth,
Their flame flickering and fading out.

Amazing how
This perfectly reflects
The past year.
And now
I hold this match
Lit in my hand,
Hoping that this time
The stars won't fall from the sky.