Don't Drink Bees

This morning I looked out
and saw
My past mistakes had been
erased
The old world I had known was gone
and there
Before me was a new one
white and pure
A clean, new sheet on which
I was
To record my future life upon
I saw
It was waiting for me out there
and so
I put on my boots
And tramped out my opening paragraph
In the snow.