New Year

New Year captures that liminal moment when one year dissolves into the next, a meditation on time's relentless march and the human impulse to mark it. Shorter's verse moves through the darkness of winter's edge, where memory and hope intertwine. The poem wrestles with what we leave behind, the weight of departed days, of voices now silent, and what we carry forward into the unknown. There's no false optimism here; instead, a quiet courage in facing the unmarked path ahead. The language is deceptively simple, but each line bears the ache of transition, of standing on the threshold between what was and what may be. For readers who find poetry in the space between endings and beginnings, this offers a brief but potent reckoning with time's passage.