A New Year

The carcasses of rockets litter grass dark hours advanced since midnight bells have chimed and revellers stood watching seconds pass to cheer and kiss to strains of 'Auld Lang Syne'. Outside, from morbid black to pleasing blue the day pulls off the sheets, the low sun yawns, the same as yesterday but somehow new as from last year the final page is torn. We, too, like this new day must follow suit rise from our east and shine in hopes afresh as dreams and aspirations now take root and words in resolutions become flesh. New year, blank page, fresh start with open mind look forward, onwards, up, but not behind.