A New Day


Frost crystals on the pumpkin, jack-o-lanterns rotted

I no longer choose to view fated news besotted

The outcome of my own day will not really change

Therefore my intentions in my life now rearranged

To wish for the winter to bring clean freshness to it all

When the mess of northern worlds is covered in snowfall

There’s something so refreshing as I breathe in icy cold

A prize of renewal that sustains me, superior to gold.