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.