Sunday, January 1


sunrise_8322 ©2012 RosebudPenfold

Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper
a clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow

you vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind's hearty gust.
So fill your glass. Here's tae us. Promises
made to be broken, made to last.

-- Jackie Kay

Jackie Kay interviewed