The new year started coldly,
two pairs of socks upon my feet.
The ground,
frozen and solid.
Like the bones that lie beneath.
Reflections that wont go away.
High in the sky,
the winters sun.
Shining without much to say.
Yet still it shines for everyone.
And all the birds have gone away,
spread their wings,
migrated south.
And as the words form on my lips,
they stumble as the leave my mouth.