A new year,
A new day-
Sky’s still grey.
A new year,
A new day,
Still raining-
Weather’s still the same,
No change there,
People still on the streets
With their brollies-
Shopping,
Plodding through puddles
And slipping in the sales-
Buying what they don’t want
In wet shoes and stockings,
And cursing what they do need-
Those festive tummies
All bigger from stout,
But its cheaper today
Than yesterday
And it makes the sky
Feel far less grey.
The fairy lights have faded
And snowy white dreams
All stored away for another year
As diets replace deserts
And multi-shakes
Become the new mulled wine.
A new year,
A new day,
But it’s still Monday
And tomorrow’s still Tuesday
And the weekend
Will follow on from the week,
Still grey, you know,
Still rain,
Still getting wet-
Still sweaty under sweaters
And scarves
And undercoats and topcoats.
A new year,
A new day,
Sky’s still grey
But under rock and stone
I can see color
Where there was none before,
Not lots of color-
Not the full spectrum on the ground
But beginnings,
Hints, possibilities-
Like those resolutions of New Year
So full of promise
In those first new days,
There is hope
Beneath all that rock and stone
And above all those clouds of grey
That will, I’ve been told, soon blow away.
A new year
A new day to live…