Another New Year! They seem to go by so fast. I remember consciously making the effort to write 1957 not 1956 in my school copybook one January long ago.
Some good New Year poems on the Poets.org and Poetry Foundation sites. I like the Robert Service one, The Passing of the Year, on the former and the To the Garbage Collectors in Bloomington, Indiana, the First Pickup of the New Year by Philip Appleman on the latter. Our bins were collected this New Year's Day morning too.
O garbage men,
the New Year greets you like the Old;
after this first run you too may rest
in beds like great warm aproned laps
and know that people everywhere have faith:
putting from them all things of this world,
they confidently bide your second coming.