Jingle bells is gone and buried till next year,
and it is a time for new beginnings, oh yes
New Years day was the day to write my resolutions.
Unending that list! I would rather go for a walk in the park, where
an avalanche of snowflakes kiss my hair and lips, oh
raw is the frosty wind that is pushing me along whispering go home.
Yet, I do love the crispy crunch of a January day walk.
January 3, 2019
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Written for the contest, January
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner
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