Below is a timed writing I did for 6 minutes. I wrote for the first four and then for the last 2 minutes I took a turn writing from the opposite perspective. The prompt I chose was beginnings.
A beginning is also an ending that breaks when it rains instead of snows
and there are puddles in place of snowbanks.
Spring beginning and winter ending.
How difficult is it to picture the beginning of spring
when you are skiing through the woods and
the snow sparkle is blinding?
But yet you know it's there.
Is it even possible to imagine the difference in smell?
How the smell of the winter woods is cold and crisp
and the dank dampness of spring has yet to exist at all
and the bird sounds have become few and muted.
Nonetheless spring is there below the snow beyond your comprehension.
And why is it we harken and haten then edning of one to begin another?
The accolades of a winter storm seem
distant when we are barefoot on the hot summer sand.
Endings are beginnings with an end in sight
plans made for a begiing like the third trimester
when it is time to ready the nursery and
when it is time for birth
it is time for death
Death ends and then begins anew.
What is this life but endings where I can begin.