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Be happy Jimmy, they chirp, Jimmy, be silly, make this day a tree leaning over the river eternity and fuss about in its branches. —Jimmy Santiago Baca, born #OTD in 1952https://poets.org/poem/day 

Allah, you gave us a language where yesterday & tomorrow are the same word. Kal. —Fatimah Asgharhttps://poets.org/poem/kal 

Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love, I hear the low tone bells of changing song Ring clear upon the air the full day long, Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love. —William Moore #PoemADayhttps://poets.org/poem/here-time-winter-morn …

There’s the thing I shouldn’t do and yet, and now I have the rest of the day to make up for, not undo, that can’t be done but next time, think more calmly, breathe, say here’s a new morning, morning, morning, —Lia Purpurahttps://poets.org/poem/resolution 

I want to say, Don't die. Even when silvery fish after fish comes back belly up, and the country plummets into a crepitating crater of hatred, isn't there still something singing? The truth is: I don't know. But sometimes, I swear I hear it —Ada Limónhttps://poets.org/poem/leash 

Read today’s #PoemADay: “The New Year” by Carrie Williams Cliffordhttps://poets.org/poem/new-year-1 

Two who are Mostly Good. Two who have lived their day, But keep on putting on their clothes And putting things away. —Gwendolyn Brookshttps://poets.org/poem/bean-eaters …

Remember you are all people and all people are you. Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. —Joy Harjo https://poets.org/poem/remember-0  #NewYear

Listen to “The New Year” by Carrie Williams Clifford #PoemADayhttps://megaphone.link/POETS9507053388 

A low, quiet music is playing— distorted trumpet, torn bass line, white windows. My palms are two speakers the size of pool-hall coasters. I lay them on the dark table for you to repair. —Carl Adamshick https://poets.org/poem/new-years-morning … #NewYear2022

The Old Year's heart was full of greed; With selfishness it longed and ached, And cried: "I have not half I need. My thirst is bitter and unslaked. But to the New Year's generous hand All gifts in plenty shall return; —Helen Hunt Jacksonhttps://poets.org/poem/new-years-morning-0 …

The New Year comes—fling wide, fling wide the door Of Opportunity! the spirit free To scale the utmost heights of hopes to be, To rest on peaks ne’er reached by man before! —Carrie Williams Clifford #PoemADayhttps://poets.org/poem/new-year-1 

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed. —Muriel Rukeyser https://poets.org/poem/elegy-joy-excerpt … #NewYear

What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day, Is ourselves. And that’s all we need To start. That’s everything we require to keep going. Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make. —Alberto Ríoshttps://poets.org/poem/house-called-tomorrow …

And I prepare to meet the New: Old Year! a parting word that's true, For we've been comrades, you and I -- I thank God for each day of you; There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye! —Robert W. Service https://poets.org/poem/passing-year … #NewYearsEve

So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. —Naomi Shihab Nye https://poets.org/poem/burning-old-year … #NewYearsEve

Read today’s #PoemADay: “Farewell” by Federico García Lorca, translated by Jenny Minniti-Shippey @ElectricJennyhttps://poets.org/poem/farewell-4 

I say most sincerely and desperately, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Having rowed a little farther away from the cliff Which is my kind of religion Adrift in the darkness but readying oars How can there be too many stars and hands, I ask you —Dana Levinhttps://poets.org/poem/letter-gc