January mornings

 An icy chill, frigid within 
Snaps me out of a reverie,
While the days wear thin,
The time is indeed a memory.

Snowflakes frozen clear
While trees are laid bare,
Toward renewed, we veer,
Awaiting the refreshed ware.

A new book and a rehashed chapter

 

A new book, I open,
I smile at the blanks
The pages that await
me to fill them up.

Words flow, in bursts
I aspire a deluge
but, sometimes its dry
I don’t give up

Mediocrity seems to
be my trait, defined.
Quality, while sought,
Quantity persists.

A start, that’s half way
To the destination
of completion, of the end
And, that is my aim.

Freshness, in stale

Today, in the time of morn,
a renewed winter dawn,
There's a faint pink hue
That outshines the sky’s blue.

There’s a feeling forlorn
But, love over me fawns,
I am long overdue,
for a taste of morning dew.

The day passes now reborn,
While some ‘brights’ are spawned
I wish some joy, I could woo
A fresh start, I begin anew.