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