The promise of a new day
The promise of a new day
I often look up to an ever- changing sky
The glint of a waning Sun, capturing my camera’s eye
The wonder of flying Geese noisily pass
Shadows of surrounding mountains on me, they do cast
The crackling of wet grass under foot frozen quick
As good dog Otis searches for that perfect stick
The silence of workday traffic fading away
As I ponder the promise of a coming new day
