On the second day of the new year I feel like Janus, looking backwards and forwards, while populating my brand new calendar and personal diary with dates: birthdays, anniversaries and appointments. I also realise that I haven’t seen some of these people whose birthdays I celebrate for years, mainly due to the pandemic, but also because we live so far apart.
Yesterday, on the first day of the year, was the birthday of a dear friend who I haven’t seen since 1980, when she moved to Australia. We were born in the same year, she being the very first of all my friends of the same age. In a week’s time it will be the sixth anniversary of my mother’s death, which I still can’t believe and then, at the end of the month, I will remember the birthdays of my grandmother and my father, both long gone.
It is the second to last day of January that brings me joy, when my husband and I will be celebrating thirty years of marriage, a day I am looking forward to in this brand new year.
days start to lengthen amid sparkling frost snowdrops hope in the darkness
Kim M. Russell, 2nd January 2023
Today I’m hosting Haibun Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are writing about our feelings towards this New Year and/or what we do in the first few days of January, in more than three short, tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season. Why don’t you come and join us – start the year as you mean to go on!