The air was crisp that day
The kind that bites
Your lungs and skin
Like a sweet rose's thorns
The kind that cleans
Your heart and spirit
Like a new wave's spray
Refreshing like new beginnings
I was tired of last year
Tired of old tears
And ready for new
Ordained thirteen
Lucky or cursed
It feels blessed
It feels mechanically organic
It feels fresh
Fresh in the baptism of hymnals
Sweet like cherries off the tree
Fresh in the communion of change
Sweet like the kindness in patience
Fresh in the confirmation of connection
Sweet like the new smell of January
9:13am January 17, 2013
Gillian
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