When will the sun rise

After I open my eyes?

When will birds arrive?

Dragged across the skies

A sunrise for late sleepers

Now the slow decline

Every single day

Is an opportunity

How will you use it?

Another sunrise

Graces this duck pond with dreams

From another world

Warm sun and cold air

Be grateful for each moment

Perfectly unique

Crepuscular horns

Arise from behind the copse

I remember spring

The course is settled

The highway road is well worn

Sun always rises

New light and clear sun

Warms my bare face, while the cold

Penetrates my toes

Smooth sunshine sparks

Ride ripples on the surface

I resume my work

Should I take my time?

My past outgrows my future

Should I look behind?

What will the day bring

Hope, joy, pain, promise, regret?

Yet these too shall pass

Open up my eyes

Disconnect me from these lies

Make my spirit fly