To the New Year
Genevieve Dwoske
With the new dawn
painted of fresh orange skies,
arises the embrace of untouched
moments not yet dirtied
by fingertips eager to leave
their print,
the melting of frost
that washes souls of old,
the ridding of parasites
so deeply nestled in our hearts.
We are slaves to the shoreline,
stuck in place, toes trapped
in shallows of mercurial waves.
To be a loon grazing surfaces,
hunting for anything,
everything
if only for the possibility
to sink teeth
into prey,
before the rotations
of constellations begin again.
Author's Note: I love writing because it is a way for me to express my thoughts in a way that allows others to be as consumed by them as I am. Simply talking to someone doesn't always work, sometimes you have to paint a picture with words to get your point across.