A poem for January

January is full of
anniversaries of
life
and love
and death

We’ve gained and lost
and
Grieve the darkness
while
we celebrate the Light.

The advent of new plans
new goals
and new dreams

Epiphanies of
realization
reflection
refraxion
truly, nothing
new under the sun.

Mornings are cold and crisp, here,
the roses bloom bright pops of color
against the muted backdrop of
concrete
and frozen leaves
and

We breathe every breath new
and waiting

step into the short days
extending

feel the cool sun
growing
warm with each revolution

Revelation
that we are

Alive

and not alone in our wonder
or fear
or need
for mercy and grace

And we blink:
old and new
year
and day
and moment
fleeting

and Forever.