JANUARY

Hung over from December,
January peers cautiously into the future.
The past year jogs her elbow; time to change.
Hope peeps around the open door of the New Year,
beckoning…lighting the way.

The sharp winter cold
stirs the slurried taste of yesterday;
cleansing the palate to be refreshed with new choices.
Braced, she strides forward, trusting His promise
that each false step
will not be irredeemable.

© Marion Sharville

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A website of Poems and Short stories
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