And then the snow begins to look like Japanese cherry blossom - nestled here on the fig tree. If you look closely enough you will see the buds that will become next year's figs. But for now they are the memories of last year as this one coasts to a close - but linger a while, tarry with a thought of what the year held, hold it in your palm and breathe it back to life for that was your life past, seen in the present as you reach out to the future. I am looking forward to that future, as I always do, for each new year brings new delights: taste, touch, sights, sounds, smells and the sixth sense that holds feelings and hope and love and smiles and marshmallows... across the great divide - a new year song:
And then the snow begins to look like Japanese cherry blossom - nestled here on the fig tree. If you look closely enough you will see the buds that will become next year's figs. But for now they are the memories of last year as this one coasts to a close - but linger a while, tarry with a thought of what the year held, hold it in your palm and breathe it back to life for that was your life past, seen in the present as you reach out to the future. I am looking forward to that future, as I always do, for each new year brings new delights: taste, touch, sights, sounds, smells and the sixth sense that holds feelings and hope and love and smiles and marshmallows... across the great divide - a new year song: 
