January,
Cold, new
The first fresh page
Always a morning

December,
Silent and still
Hard pressed and packed into the earth
Easily forgotten

I was never very good at beginnings
Too much pressure and false promise
January can keep it all
I much prefer a quiet night
and a good ending

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