
Misty air fills my lungs, uncoiling
my tightly controlled
expectations for the morning,
allowing
the rosy glow of sunrise to enter
creating space
creating newness
a rebirth of the day.
poems and images from daily living
Misty air fills my lungs, uncoiling
my tightly controlled
expectations for the morning,
allowing
the rosy glow of sunrise to enter
creating space
creating newness
a rebirth of the day.