New Day Dawning

Gestalt

A clear, new day.
I feel a chill take my breath
even as the sun’s advance
gives warmth back to my eyes.

Now, stirring air.
Fresh-lighted wood
floats away frost from rooftop tiles,
returns warm memories.

The smell, so clean,
pains up tears and years of youth;
birds announce their place,
notes just for my ears.

A quick move of my soul
takes it all and binds the wonders
into a world now greater
than the whole.
             By Frank Harden

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