I like what beginnings promise.
i like how december is lit up like a million christmas trees
to counter the bleak gnawing underneath the surface
i like how people say ‘may peace be with you’
because they mean it and isn’t that what we all truly hope for, anyway?
i like how december is a thirty one day distraction
for the starkness that lies ahead
for the lonely nights accompanied by the howling wind
the middles can be rough
that’s when the hard stuff comes our way
that’s when we may slip. or fall.
and yet, there’s romanticism in the desolate streets
in the desire for warmth, for human touch
for winter to save us, somehow.
and come the season’s end — the darkest season’s end —
we feel awakened. we feel like we can begin again.