It should be easy.

It should be easy.

The beginning taken care of.

We are here,

Another day dawns,

And the year stands,

Barely broken,

Virgin territory,

Awaiting the first steps,

Like fresh snow.

A blank canvas.

Brooking no

Dainty trespass.

Just bold strokes

From brave folks.

The anticipation,

Breaking a fast

When the stomach turns

With a rumble,

The aroma

Of fresh bread

Wafts on the breeze.

Turning the head,

In the direction

Of a country kitchen,

That fits this mood

Of gentle reminiscing.

When the only

Thing missing

From the rural idyll,

Is relief, from

This virulent chill

That has beaten me down,

And holds me in its grip.

Sore head, closed throat,

And cold chapped lips.

But even so,

It is a beautiful,

Brilliant, second day.

And all I want to say

Is,

Have a happy new year.

Live all of your lives

As well as you may,

Because time is

A master,

Second to none,

And if you do not

Use it well,

Then,

You will come un-done.

And

Once again,

I will hear you say,

I don’t know how

It happened,

But the year upped sticks,

And disappeared,

No smoke and mirrors,

No magic tricks,

It simply slipped away.