A Month of Reflection

a poem for January-a doorway to the future and a mirror of the past

January is a pause, a breath exhaled, 
A white candle lit on a foggy morning.
A time to look back in reflection and 
A time to look forward in anticipation.
After the buzzing holiday season full of sensory input and
People,
January makes no claim or expectation.
A simple quiet hush falls over the calendar.
Though a new year has begun, it’s grandeur
Begins small
With soft threads just starting to come together
To touch, to weave in and out 
To grow by degrees into a tapestry envisioned.
Time is a construct we created to help us make sense of life.
Its cyclical spiral bringing us, yet again, back to the original position,
Another trip around the sun.
And yet, it holds meaning, if we let it.
What questions whisper in the soft folds of a gentle January?
What arrows show the contours of who you are becoming?
You are free to rest, dear heart.
Lean back into the strong arms of love and hope holding you.
January is a mirror, reflecting your image, showing you your life.
Be kind to your past self. 
Be patient with your present self.
Be gentle towards your future self.
You have inhabited January many times. 
Don’t miss the beauty of it. 
Looking back and looking forward at the same time