New Year’s Day
Usually I consider
September
the new year
the beginning
of so much
ever since 1st grade
in that red felt jumper
my name on my backpack
and my missing teeth.
But today
I’ll go ahead
and take January 1st
at her word – the dirt
nearly mud, so eager
for this year’s
Drummond Phlox
and Gayfeather;
the morning light
clear enough to trust
that it will last.
In each bed
in this house
the people I love
still sleep – to think,
their days not even
begun yet!
while mine has,
unhurried but mindful
that by tonight,
the full moon
like the year
will have already begun
its slight wane.
– L.G.S., 1/1/10
(Poetry Friday hosted today by the most excellent Mary Lee at A Year of Reading)
Oh my this is lovely! My favorite line: “the dirt
nearly mud, so eager “
Congratulations on your book being short listed for the Cybils!! YAY!!!
Mmm…delicious! Thanks for this beautiful tribute to the New Year.
Lots to love in this one… and you’re so brave to share a fresh one. I especially love “the morning light/clear enough to trust” Inspiring!
Wonderful words, Liz. Thank you for sharing them – and Happy New Year!