Beginnings abound
Snow on the ground
Yet it smells like spring
New beginnings

Some seeds just sprouting
Others awaiting the call
To awaken renewed
From hibernation

All around, wonderful smiles
Seeing memories that I use
To lean on, to nurture growth
As I blossom and know true
Earth is about to have a new hue

Beginning fresh and anew
Each and every day
As each day can never
Be the same as the last
No turning past..

Turning here,  turning there
Some are fleeting moments
Some are memories
Meant to last
In our hearts forever

Questions abound
And the inquiries
Are plentiful
Some no more than theories

That the answers arrive
On Time’s silly line
As they choose
On this glorious
Winter day