On New Year Snow

I suppose that technically it's a little late for a New Year poem, but I have not had much internet access lately so this is when it's going up.

Clean

It seems like just another day
Just another night
In the grand scheme of things
the sun that set tonight
Will rise the same tomorrow
The snow that fell
Will still remain
It will still remain
But as I sit in silence
Removed from celebration
The lights still hung on the Christmas tree
Paint the ceiling
In a wash of softly mottled amber
As though it were spreading
Blank papyrus overhead
Opening a new page
For a new life to be written
Fresh and clean
Like the new fallen snow
And maybe one day in the year
It isn't so wrong
To hope