Near the Beginning

Sitting here year after year

Morning after morning

Night after night

Being born again

Light emerges slowly

It always emerges

It always finds you

A New Day

Jumping into the winter chill outside 

even the trees shudder

Bundled in warmth

Breathing in the frost

Where do the deer roam?

The Blank Page

The blank page is a promise
only you can fulfill.
It starts here with some words
The words needn't be anything
other than themselves.
There doesn't need to be
a special occasion
or greater purpose
they can just simply be
That is enough
That is all
I am thinking
of what I wish to say
but now I don't hesitate
I let the words speak
through me
as they have always done
Such a need
to do this
A small example
of hope

Crossing

Her small hand fit easily into her father's as they crossed the street.

He held a twelve pack of beer in his right.

Her mother carried the groceries.

The light turned green as they set foot on the sidewalk.

It was the first day of the new year.

A Constant Apocalypse, A Constant Rebirth

Men have always prophesied the 
end of days. It has been no different 
in our time. Those men have always 
been right and they have always 
been wrong. The world ends with 
every death and is renewed with 
every birth. Our age is always 
ending, but we are constantly 
reborn.