Slivers of frozen moon
peek through tarot clouds
as the old year slips into
its grave of sapphire shadows.
From wind shuffled mist January
drops its star of hope into the palm
of restless night where questions
pace the insomnia of unanswered.
Beneath winter’s icy quilt resilience
sprouts another leaf to break
through soil of a new calendar
waiting to blossom.
©Susie Clevenger 2021