Hello There.

In the New Year

Walking through winter with an orange in my pocket

Impaled with a gasp

By the whitest of mornings

I have fully left midnight

Velveteen and drunken

Tangled all in the branches behind

Gone away and I am glad

This is not cowardice

Creeping like death in the cold

It is a wind-stung

Cautiousness

Natural when so brand new

This is the hesitant first stanza of my first poem of this still new-ish year. I mostly put it up because I want to get this thing up and running. More may follow, although possibly not. Just to clear any confusion this poem is not titled after The Walkmen song In The New Year, although they do share a title. It is a song very much worth listening to however. Give it a look right here.