New Day
I look out on this August morn,
at cloudless pure blue sky.
With promised beauty in this day
so overwhelmed, I cry.
A sudden joy within my tears,
sends visions clear of brighter years.
8/2/2022
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2022
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