January  - From old to New

She has rolled by and become old
Throughout her meander she was liquid gold 
And I watched her 
Unfold
Day by day possibilities, potential 
Grown cold
As I watched her
Not daring to cross her threshold.

February

January arrives on cue 
In my pew I’ll pray that I’ll be taught things anew
And I’ll watch her
Renew
Day by day possibilities, potential
Stay true
As I watch her
Not daring ignore her value.