No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference.
It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left.
It is the nativity of our common Adam.
– Charles Lamb
We come to this new year
naked as dormant branches
in the freezing night.
Mere potential is barely budded,
nothing covered up,
no hiding in shame.
A shared and common birthday,
a still life nativity in a winter garden,
another chance to make it right.