In early January
My shadow goes in front of me.
The sun shines
But my hands are cold.
One day I know
My shadow will no longer go.
Though perhaps in rhyme
I will leave something behind
And people may see
Something of me.
For poets make shadows
Through their poetry
K Morris - Poet 
A Happy and blessed New Year, Kevin! A wonderful poem, which shows that every poet will never be forgotten.
And a very happy new year to you too, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem and that it resonates with you.
All the best. Kevin
Thanks so much, Kevin! Oh yes, every of your poems resonates in a fantastic way to me. It makes the braincells jumping. xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m glad my poems have that effect on your brain cells!