12/31/2025
New You
January's clock strikes midnight, numbers sing,
Numerologists dance in the new year's ring.
A vibration shifts, the calendar's cheer
"Happy fresh start!" they shout loud and clear.
But wait for the moon in February's glow,
When dragons awake and red lanterns flow.
The Lunar New Year ignites fortune's fire,
A crimson rebirth, lifting spirits higher.
Then March brings the equinox, balance precise,
Earth tilts toward spring, day equals the night.
Solar astrologers mark the true dawn,
Where seasons align and the old year is gone.
Some choose their own gates ,
birthday or vow,
A solstice, a loss, or a promise right now.
No single door rules, no one clock commands;
Each threshold is yours, held in your own hands.
Yet all voices whisper the very same plea;
Will you echo the past, or set a new key?
Repeat last year's rhythm, the same worn-out rhyme?
Or co-create verses in bold, brand-new time?
Don't wait for the chimes or the fireworks' blaze.
The page is wide open—write in your own ways.
Not "Happy New Year" with its tired old hue...
Happy New You.
Rise up.
Begin anew.