quiet new year

our new year dawned onto glittering snow covered fields

and quiet iced landscapes.

Our breath hung in the thin pale pink light

and crunched beneath our feet

as we did our chores in the early morning

of the new year.

ethereal quiet and calm

not even one rustle of the last leaf was heard

just the tinkling of ice crystals

from our breath frozen in mid air.

it's as if this frozen sleepy place

was a stopping and a beginning all at once.

a jumping off place.

where we stand at the edge

and gather ourselves,

getting ready for

a new beginning

for positive changes

and wonderful things to come.

~~

I hang my heart on the hope of it

and wish you all the very best~