I Lift My Glass to New Beginnings

I stand at the end

of another year.

Beauty and grief

wrote their passages

across the three hundred

and sixty five days

now singing their swan song.

Let the new year begin

with its white pages

of expectation.

I shall unwrap its calendar

and write my resolutions

with a black pen.

Doubt shall not drop

its dark curtain upon

the dreams that

wait to become reality.

I lift my glass to new beginnings

pristine in their hope.

Tomorrow will not be judged

by the numbered yesterdays

falling around my feet.

My spirit reborn with determination

to turn my hesitancy  into

confidence that this new year

will be  MY  year of success.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Poets United: The Poetry Pantry #81

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