Another Day

by M J U   May 13, 2005


A new day is here.
I begin, again, with little motivation.
The clock slowly moves
toward the next midnight hour.
Few clouds stand in the way of morning's radiance
which boldly shines through.
A breeze whispering across treetops
is a reminder of natures possessions
being nurtured and challenged.
Truly, I am thankful to experience
another day.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    I can envision all of the images that you have conjured up in this poem in my head. Very nice:)