Switching Calendars - Jan. 14, 2023

scribbled and dog-eared to death

I leaf through it

tiny memories pinned

to exact points in time

I scroll twelve months

in 45 seconds

enough for a judgment

it was a sweet and sour year

as memorable as

it will be forgettable

instantly recycled

forcing me back to the new

and empty square of today

sitting below a bitter cold

snow-capped mountain

viewed through palm trees

drenched in sun

ready for another start

of another year

to fill in the blanks

and how about a brand new pen