I don’t read a lot of poems. It could be because the ones I came across when I was younger had archaic language and I could not relate to them. Recently I had the privilege of reading some of my friend’s poems and I enjoyed them thoroughly.
So as I talked about it to my sister, she was sweet enough to gift me a book which is a compilation of poems – one for each day of the year 😃. I am excited to go through all of them in 2022.
Here is one for 1st Jan
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make,
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
by Helen Hunt Jackson