This year, it came
With warning
And with promise of new beginnings.

I thought I would kiss your lips
When the clock struck
Midnight.

I thought I would know what to expect
When your lips touched
Mine.

I thought I would feel good and wanted
When your arms were the first to embrace
Me.

I thought I would
Kiss you,
Touch you,
Fall asleep,
With you.

But you didn't even call me
back.

And now,
One hour and fourty four minutes later,
I am hung up on
Last year .

I am hung up
on you.

The worlds tears have fallen from cold, distant clouds
that slowly begin to recede
Allowing the tempting sun to mingle with the occasional
showers
Off in the distance, you can see her
Emerging through whites, greys, and the invading soft blue
She stands out, shows color in a shaded place
... is unique
No end
No beginning
A mystery to those lacking the ability to intertwine
logic and imagination
Her layers rest calmly against one another
each with her own perspective
its own personality
Never afraid to show her real colors
Refuses to let opposite emotions empower the other
able to find the beauty in both
If you're lucky
you'll discover all the riches she offers
A task that has to be completed

Mosséd trees stand in respect,
a moment of silence.
Still breathing
but stillness dwells.
In amongst the green
a catharsis of orangey-red shades.
The Japanese maple poised,
chest puffed,
arms elegant.
Sight unstirred.