Golden shovel from my seasonal Haiku –

first day of the New Year

I take a walk, curious

see where it leads me

 

Rush of childlike heart-lift as my boots are first

to crimp and mar the pristine white of this apple-crisp day

in the muffling cowl following the silent overnight snowfall of

this first day – freshly laundered and starched the

world is breathtakingly brand new,

as if to begin the year

from scratch, offering a blank page, and I

am compelled to take

hold, seize tight this opportunity – this feeling of a

strange tacit invitation, and start to walk –

walk nowhere specifically, but vaguely meandering onward, curious –

all senses engaged to savour everything around me, really see

like a young child, open to all the possibilities lingering where

my footsteps roam in this place that has become home – reawakening to it

following previously unspotted trails, just to see where each leads –

honouring this gift – of a sense of my place in the world, and new paths within me.