January Letter: a clean calendar, a new chance

Promise

Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper
a clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow
You vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind’s hearty gust.
Fill your glass. Here’s tae us. Promises
made to be broken, made to last.

-Jackie Kay

It’s the second full week of 2025 and the snow is long gone here in C…