Year in, Year out: A Tanka Collage

my neighbors
camp out all day to ring in
the new year...
under the winter sky
I wonder if there's anything new

fireworks
light up the midnight sky
one sheep, two sheep...

first dawn
standing before the mirror
it's me, and yet ...

the Preacher claims
there is nothing new...
under the sun
I see a flitting cloud
fight against its solitude

Lynx, XXVI:2, June, 2011