New Year
By Bliss Monaghan
A new year
A clean slate
An unsullied cloth
A fresh page
On which to write
The latest installment
Of the novel of my life.
Bliss Monaghan lives each day as it comes. And the days are better when they are filled with poetry.
(Note: This poem was originally posted to the Blogger version of Circadian Poems on January 8, 2007)
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