A new morning once again,
promising difference from others before.
Beautiful this morning as I write with pen
and I feel my spirit soar.
I cannot help but stand in awe
of all that I see before me.
Once again, I hear the call
to write of what my eyes see.
Quiet subdues the great expanse
of the forest to the mountains beyond.
A hawk overhead in the great distance
circles steadily and then is gone.
The sky takes on a hazy look
with the sun not quite coming through.
It is to me as if nothing took
away from this beautiful view.
This day for me holds promises anew
as I see it's quiet start.
Opportunities in this day will come to
strengthen and encourage my heart.
Douglas L. Ace