Poem – A New Day

The mists of many mornings linger below.
The sun rises breaking through the sentinels of trees.
The ravens are the sentry’s of the forest.
Awakening the day and remining all of us to begin.

I smile and call back to them in a way ancient and familiar.
I sweep the porch with the petals that have fallen in the breeze.
Gazing at the sky becoming blue like a lovers eyes.
The cool winds welcoming the freshness of a new day.

~Suzanne Wagner~