New beginnings

On the brink of the future

I tentatively make a print on

unsullied white virgin snow.

Will I be able to take a

clean, sharp, tidy route?

No messy scuttles.

No smudges or side steps.

Straight onwards to the

shining new future.

What will it hold?

Living every second on the

edge of Time I remember,

in childhood, thinking

each new day took me closer

to the day I would die.

Now I can treasure

each moment and open

myself to infinite possiblities

allowing insight to guide

me, rather than hindsight.