I love poetry...not outrageous, obscure poetry that no one can understand but the poet, but poems that say what's in our hearts. Here's one from my soon to be published book "Mornings by the River".
A New Day
Yesterday began with thunder,
it rained softly,
no downpours,
just leaden gray all day…
today,
a soft wind blow-dries the
oak trees outside my window…and,
a touch of peach
brims the edges of the clouds…
all I,
and the birds can do,
is watch,
our heads turned toward
the sky
breathless with hope.
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