It’s New Year’s Day,
For once nature is noisier than the neighbours.
Cars still cross and tarmac creaks,
Under the weight
Of too many After-Eights.
Birds continue tweeting and feeding,
Unaware of the landmark change.
Their cycle continues,
Much the same.
Expectations, hopes, fears;
Leak out of window panes and door frames,
And fill the bracing air.
Solar embers ignite the sky,
Sending plumes of white cloud spinning,
At the peak of winter, a peek at the warmth soon to reach us.
Photo by the author.