A New Day
Pink fingers of dawn
reach out accross the sky
drawing back the curtain for another day
black steepled trees
fade to gold and
green
as the bright eyed sun
l ooks upon the scene.
a flutter here,
a movement there,
a squirrel in a tree,
a bird in the air,
a dog barking up the
lane,
An answering bark
comes back again.
then suddenly,
with a sigh
the new day
birsts forth with life.
crystal beauty
recedes from panes
Of glass
as golden beams
carress the earth anew.
And now I know I am ready too.
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