A flotilla of clouds drift across the dawn
On a peacekeeping mission launched by a yawn
Laden with goods being brought into port
My mind excited to unload and sort
A gift, what light from yonder infant's face?
That smile delightful as she wakes
Her peace and joy is simple and true
Unblemished by an aged point of view
A reminder to live each moment anew
As fresh as a cloud or a droplet of dew
To welcome each day as a gift from afar
Sent through the air from the moon or a star
JArtB
Sunday, October 16, 2016 at 06:24