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?
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Nostalgia
The past was built to last. I know.
So our history follows us. The used
To be is our now and we are tugged Towards what was. The emotional
Draw is strong, strange, electric as
Immediate as this morning's coffee.
It can cheer or haunt, that past of
Ours. I know. It is best to live with
No judgment, just our memories.
Is it?
Is it that time again?
Have 365 days passed?
Will this be that night,
That marks the past?
A toast is always proposed
At this time of year, so here's
To hope and kindness, to our
Finding our best and being
Our best. Anticipate. Hope.
Balls drop in anticipation
I'll take a celebratory lap
With all you young folks
Hope is a kind of celebration
Kindness is a kind of hope
It is that time, again
365 days have passed
This is the night when
We mark the passage
Tonight we celebrate
It is that time to watch
The world stop to cheer
365 days have passed from
One year, onto the next
Tamara, really 