A New Year
Crisp January morning stillness
holds dampness in the air.
Mistletoe still hanging in the trees
and everywhere.
I inhale deeply to rejuvenate my
sleeping senses.
The fresh smell of winter, my soul
it truly refreshes.
Red berries hanging on the Holly
Hock trees.
Alive with color and bursting into the
morning breeze.
Poinsettia flowers in its chilled loveliness
so vast.
Upon my heart its beauty, it so
gracefully cast.
A new year and with it, it brings
new hopes and beautiful dreams.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2016
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