Berlin, New Year's Eve

   
Berlin Opera

















T'was the night before New Year's  
in Berlin as a guest. 
Not a sidewalk was empty, 
there's no time to rest.

Away to the opera                                       
The three of us flew
Elizabeth & Heidi New Year's Eve 2013
Heidi and Elizabeth
and You-Know-Who.

LaBoheme was playing
at Opera Berlin,
What did we see there,
as we gathered within?

Dandys and Princesses,
The young and the old
A spectrum of fashions,
if truth will be told.

Coats, furs and hats,
with Coat-Checker did leave,
Wishing for a hanky
shoved up in my sleeve.

For my tears did fall 
on this night of all nights,                        
As the heroine died,
a sad death in my sight.

We rushed to the S-Baun,
Sat down just in time.
Seats can be rare
New Year's Eve to find.                           
Just a Small Sign of Celebration

A loud blast hammered  
All stopped their breathing.
The conductor halted the train
to exact what the reason.

Fireworks are common
in Berlin on this night.
But no one should dare,
while the train is in flight.

We all took a breath,
soon the train inched ahead.
Disgusted at the culprit,
Just shaking our heads.

Up five flights we rose
to Heidi's sweet shelter,                          


Fireworks bursting 
outside helter-skelter.

I glanced 'cross the rooftop
as a bright light flashed.
An explosion thundered with it,
We drew back the sash.

With it came others,
so rapid they flew.
Belting and crashing,
With white, yellow, blues.

I couldn't imagine,
fun in cursed crashes,
the sky was turning whitish               
with a fog full of ashes.

Many had warned us
Berlin gets a bit crazy.
When celebrating New Year's
The sky gets hazy.

Not much sleep was had                            
the clock did heed,                                         
The Morning After

2014 appeared
at incredible speed.

Morning does come,
in its cold silent way.
It announces the return
of an ordinary day.

Festivity mementoes,
After holiday decor,
debris and mementoes,
on sidewalks and floors.

 But good old Santa,
Cast aside, not a whine,
He proclaims, "Merry Christmas to All,
For Auld Lang Syne."
Santa is Not a Whiner
He Stays in the Spirit of the New Year



Thick Powder From Blasts in the Hallways

Streets Littered the Next Morning



Birds MUST be Glad The Noise Is Over!

From Heidi's Back Porch
The Train is Yellow Below

From Apartment Window





























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