
rising this morning
always good to remember
each day is a gift

rising this morning
always good to remember
each day is a gift

even when not seen
is there ever any doubt
where the sun will rise

shaft of morning light
spanning window and doorway
nearing equinox

first light through window
can’t remember the last time
I saw it from bed

awaiting the dawn
even the longest nights end
all is well with hope