Grasses bow with snow,
Sky holds close in devotion.
This new year begins slowly, quietly,
in movement of winter’s own way.
Without parties, or any others around,
it is I and the paw print makers,
the wing song creators,
and a settled wind sure to stir again.
Welcome to another turning,
may Spirit and Soul be our guides–
much rides on our every decision,
our orientations carve our shared future.