A NEW BEGINNING

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

A mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed heavy with water.

Flowers lift shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds drip dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

The rain falls in a constant rhythm,

A soothing and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches weigh down with water,

Dripping tears for the absent sun.

Flowers lift their faces for washing,

Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.

The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,

As the sun returns to herald its return.

A new day dawns around us,

New beginnings for our slice of paradise.

Ready For Old Man Winter?

Who Is Ready For Old Man Winter?
We have to put ourselves in the right state of mind. We have to be prepared. Think of the holidays and snow bells. And presents—lots of presents. Now I’m prepared.
Falling snow is pure and white. It covers the earth with a promise of a new beginning. We all like new beginnings.