Perhaps 

Lexpomo 
Always 
Nurtures 
This 
 
Togetherness 
Reminding
Each 
Entity 
Softly 
 
——–
Every year this amazes me.
The privilege;
 watching the new poems
 land,
–immediate and still breathing–
is indescribable, a metaphor;
 
The cacophonous beat, clack 
and thud of ancient oaks hard
masting in a new wind.
Dropping by the thousands, acorn 
after acorn onto the as yet 
unlittered forest floor.
 
——–
We will meet again next year, 
may your endeavors be blessed until then.