
First day . . .
. . . of the rest of your life.
Open the gate and go through it.
Where anything can happen and probably will

First day . . .
. . . of the rest of your life.
Open the gate and go through it.

Birdsong in the dark
Bringing promise of the dawn
And maybe of spring?

First walk this season.
Gentle warm-up? Aching limbs.
Out of condition!

Boats in the harbour
Resting, waiting for the tide
To carry them home.

Pine needle fingers
Stretching their way to springtime.
Fresh growth all around.