A Sunny Day in Early January

I wake from winter sleep,
stunned by sunlight, awed
by hummingbird hovers. Post-solstice,
daylight stretches slow, like lazy cats
beneath a sunlit window, slit-eyed
against unaccustomed brilliance.
The year turned unnoticed while I drowsed,
dreaming the old year into puzzle pieces
disassembled, shaken back into the box. Now the tabletop
is clean and waiting
for a new picture.


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