A New Year

Shadows overcome
by a sudden blue.

Light lifts into
a stronger white
exposing bare branches
calling forth green.

The near hope
of almost Spring.

I wait clustered
with my dim,
golden, warm
things, huddled
against Winter’s
end.

In March you
leave and I
start again.

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