new year's morning

the day, and year, breaks bright
from above, below, and all around
yesterday's snow covers the ground,
creating (the appearance of) a fresh
and clean start to life

autumn's leaves,
left to mulch themselves
hide under the crystaline blanket
as last year's deeds hide
behind the closed back cover of
a no-longer-necessary calendar

but it's still there ~ all of it ~
disguised, but not gone
waiting to show itself again

so let old acquaintance be recalled
they're part of who we are
and a new year is a fine time
to turn over a new leaf
as the first page of a new calendar

but remember ~ under the new year's snow
lies the old year's mulch, seen as
perhaps unsightly, still
fodder for new growth