797 | Promise

Yongsung Kim, Korea

Promise

Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper,
a clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow,
you vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind’s hearty gust.
Fill your glass. Here’s to us. Promises
made to be broken, made to last.

Jackie Kay, Scotland

From A Poem For Every Day Of The Year