Genevieve Dwoske

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.