Christmas bells chime in the winter's embrace.
Lights fade like old time twinkles.
Resolutions sparkle, promises bright,
Yet again canvas, awaiting hope's strong hand.

A dream surrounds, a clock's sound rings' round.
Fresh vows went forth under the silver moon.
Gym memberships, books yet unread ,
Echoes of pledges left unsaid.

Fading old years, embracing the new.
Chase of chase, pursuit adrift!
Yet in this cycle, a glimmer of truth:
For our youth, hope never ends.

So we're right in between the two.
January, born in December.
We call it a river.
Dreams that dance with a thumping heart.
© jaylinestarr