The transition into a new year again occurs
To soon have the months flow past in anger
Yet there can be a joy in time’s fleeting steps
The slow and deliberate dance of humanity
Moving rhythms searching enlightenment
That rise to dance on a clear morning laid
Over a bed of snow that hugs the earth
A glint of bright light reflects in my eye
And behold my soul is laid bare and I am...
Whole and ready for a journey to summer