Jan 2
The New Year’s kiss
New Year’s morning, brisk on a ride along.
The sky leans close, The wind whispers a song.
Her laughs are warm, like winter has gone.
Light on her shoulders bends where hands belong.
The sun, like time, won’t linger long
Make haste, The queen leaves at dawn
No words wasted, the day carries on
It kisses her deeply, then moves along.
The New Year’s Kiss captures a fleeting, golden moment this abnormally warm winter where it loosens its grip, laughter warms the air, and time itself pauses just long enough for the sun to leave its mark. A poem about presence, intimacy, and the quiet magic of beginnings that don’t ask to last forever—only to be felt.
