The light from the rising sun hits the maples
atop the western hill, and all of a sudden
the world is awake and eager. Even
the trees still in shadow dance,
the gladness of morning spilling
brand new chances everywhere.
Birds chirp; dew glistens.
I pour fresh coffee and nod my head
at the scene, my eyes smiling my yes.
Bring it on, wondrous world. Bring it on.