A New Year

Again, time flies.
On the wings of doves,
a new year has risen.
Some how, I will find
a way to make
words mine again.
I will bend verbs
to my will,
nouns will wear glory
like a maiden wears
jewels in her hair.
I will color adjectives
and take liberties
with adverbs.
Some how, I will
accomplish this feat
and take back the poetry
that once lived in my soul.