My New Year’s resolution
is always no resolution,
only to snuggle against the
chill of solstice as the sun
is reborn; walking from Christmas
to circle around bearded
Janus, having the smile of youth
behind my new hiking trail:
the rime dripping from the trees
for budding blossoms of spring,
eagles and egrets in quiet
pockets of falling shadows
outside plotted sidewalks and
the packaging of expectation.