As I walk today
stately trees wave their greeting.
Some still hold fruit
in offering for hungry birds
and other creatures of winter.
Proud oaks cling to what now seems ragged and drab,
apparel of days past
a hedge, perhaps, against the chill.
Around them others greet the day
with bold abandon
release all semblance of cover.
Stark skeletons, they stand against bright sky;
the old, gnarled, wizened ones
and eager young saplings alike,
lean hopefully into tomorrow.
Each prepared to welcome possibility in the new year.
How will you greet the New Year?
What from your past will you take forward into the future?
What former experiences and disappointments must you release?
How will you make room for new possibilities?