New beginning

At dawn, the day was still
Dark as it is when daylight
Savings rings in the winter;
Skies slower to lighten so
That the light of day has
Crept up on me. I cannot
Tell you when it opened up
When it really turned into
This day, the first of a new
Year. A new year, which I 
Am slow to welcome just
As this morning's sky was 
Slow to let in light. This is
The first and usually, I like
New beginnings, a fresh 
Start. This first feels as if
It's been rotting while it's 
Waited for a big entrance.
Is it already stale, and as
Predictable as yesterday?