The Old New Year


Odd how birth is fresh and sweet
Yet the year is born in the dead of winter
And so I came from others' pain
Sweet in midst of cold and dread

Once the time pulled back winter's layers
Spring soon reflected my true nature
Naive and young, I yearned for love
Pink and soft like the trees over me

Spring sparked into summer
And at last my love was found
We burned all day and warmed the night
Summer's fire had set me alight

My love burned down slow and forlorn
My heart decayed, autumn-edged and gloomed
Bitter and brittle, I cracked into pieces
And blew away bit by bit with the leaves

Winter still wears down to a new year
Despite the chill deep-set in me
I'll follow the wind to the day
The new year feels new to me

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