Sapling shivers in 

the frigid wind waiting for 

spring to thaw and grow 

The river pushes 

ice against the shore grinding

it down (metaphor)

Yell at the walls in 

a one-sided exchange and 

still manage to lose

Follow through or don't

since in the end it's on you

and no one else, pal

The strong morning light

spotlights a single mourning 

dove waiting for food 

Set regrets alight 

and forget about any 

new resolutions 

Trampled confetti 

and a busted noisemaker 

tell the night's story