The New Year


A new poem. Somehow it doesn’t feel finished, but it refuses to add any more verses. 


The New Year dawns softly,
As clean as the fresh fallen snow.
No evil has marred it.
The New Year no shadows knows.

A time for beginnings.
A time for promises new.
A time to consider
All you’ve desired to do.

The sun may shine brightly,
Darkness may cover the land,
The storms or the stillness,
I’ll face if you’ll hold my hand.