Wed., Apr. 8

Creation begins again here today
that's what some traditions will say;
all i know is that light continues to play
on a stretch of wall where it will not long stay.

From bed, the mornings grow all the more bright
and trying to sleep well, the ending of night
presses sunrise into my squeezed tightly closed sight
with dawn moving northwards, expanding the light.

If the world began on a day just like this
you feel the rightness of sweet springtime bliss
with beginning and starting and a quiet morning kiss,
a dawning renewal i'd not want to miss.