Each day the sun rises and greet the new day,
Yesterday but a memory.
I lay awake for a moment,
Before opening my eyes.
A mood settles in me,
Like the dew on the grass.
Lifting as I become more conscious,
To reveal the cool morning crispness.
How shall I spend the day?
Empty, it is.
Except for the sensations that creep
Into my mind awakening the spirit within.
A morning spent in prayer and appreciation,
For a new day of life.
Lately, it has become difficult to face the frigid air,
My first winter in ten years.
I miss the sunshine of Florida,
The blue skies and waves washing over the beach.
I finish my prayer of appreciation,
And gratitude, vision, and peace.
I venture out into the gray morning,
My senses awash with the crisp morning air.
The wind washes over me,
Like a sheet billowing in the wind flapping between the fibers of my being.
The fresh air,
A sort of newness.
I look to the sky,
Clouds fill my vision.
Like a floating wrapping across the sky,
Keeping everything safely in place.
The winter days have left the trees bare and standing still,
In a state of calm,
I take heed and enjoy the winter of my being,
A-tuned to the nature of the day.
Allowing the cold to settle in my bones,
Strengthening my resolve amidst the cold and barren day.
Afterwards, I retreat into the warmth,
A heart filled with peace and contentment.