New Celebrations

A new year,

like a new bloom,

brings new hope.

Maybe it is the brightness of Summers' sun

that blinds us
but something about January

makes things seem

white, clean and unearthed.

Over the rim of her wine glass,
I caught a glimpse of hope and stillness
not anticipation or angst.

Just as light
transiently etches through muslin curtains,

everything and nothing changes
when love and light

enters and leaves our lives.