January is full ofanniversaries oflife and love and death We've gained and lostandGrieve the darknesswhilewe celebrate the Light. The advent of new plansnew goalsand new dreams Epiphanies of realizationreflectionrefraxiontruly, nothing new under the sun. Mornings are cold and crisp, here,the roses bloom bright pops of coloragainst the muted backdrop of concreteand frozen leavesand We breathe… Continue reading A poem for January