The new year comes to us,
ready yet or not.
While we may prefer
to burrow deep
into the old.
The new year comes,
with untold stories to unfold.
And dreams that might bear fruit,
if we’re bold.
To open the door
what a blank canvas can reveal.
What a pen, that meets an empty page,
What a life fully assured of it future,
can rightly claim.
Like the sun rising, the new year comes.
that life renews itself, like all things.
The old is gone,
until there is no ground upon which to hide.
And we burrow out like cicadas into the
sing with newly opened eyes.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
1 January 2016
Happy new year!