brand-new day… by Toni Cross

 

this morning air

draws across the fresh canvas

of my newly awakened soul

with pastel green creating grass

 

anything can happen now

and I could even fly

broad brisk strokes of charcoal

against the empty sky

 

spilling golden from

the smile of a child

now the sunshine rules

the heaven-space

 

all cannot be bright

but pain has a beauty of its own

bumps and bruises

dot watercolor flowers

among the weedy meadow

and another day goes by

perfectly imperfect and wonderful

 

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