The day began when the sun soon arose
But of course in New England that’s a hoax
Because all of our days do begin, yes,
But often the sun’s hidden, I confess.
I miss the time when day gently began
With a bright orange orb in all the land
That shone over the blue Pacific Sea
And my soul soared in awe of such Beauty.
But I’ve learned that day begins, sun or not
The birds still sing and I still find a spot
In my soul to embrace clouds and the rain
My thoughts wildly free with thunder untamed.
So winter come forth! I’m ready for you
Mother Nature, I can handle your brew
I laugh at the snow and ferocious wind
Let’s dance together and go for a spin.
With gratitude for friends and family from coast to coast (and from my land to your land, wherever it may be). And an acknowledgment to powerful Mother Nature, from her frigid blast of New England wind to her soft fog through the Golden Gate.