Is It a Gift of the New Year
clears the landscape out of the blue makes room for itself
touches my face and asks to come under the covers snuggles into the warmth
acts like it belongs upon waking there it is again
all new and shiny slip it into my pocket take it with me
later upon examination i ask myself
how will i use it does it color all that came before does it open new worlds
perhaps a gift of the imagination a new direction will it become a part of me
as new thoughts often do new thoughts in a new year nothing to be ignored
January 4, 2017
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