January

Some would see a barren tree

I see hope and a future

Some would see another sunset

I see the promise of another day

I see green in January

The whispers of prior rains

I see colors, colors everywhere

I see mountains beyond the plains

We all get to choose what and how we see

We all get to choose our way

We all get to choose which direction to go

We all get the sun in our day

I will sit here and wait in this beauty

Until the darkness does tell me to go

I will stay here and dwell in this silence

I will live in these things I don’t know

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Things seem to be always new

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12/8/19 kdc