A Brand New Day
There’s always another sunset,
just beyond the clouds.
What color you never know,
until it touches the sky.
Red and yellow are just a few,
colors that make up the hue.
Never rushed or in a hurry,
it glides across the sky.
Shining off of the water,
as if colored with dye.
Spilled across the horizon,
line by line it starts to fade.
Dropping to the other side,
where a sunrise will awaken,
the dawn of a brand new day.
1/21/11
Copyright © Jerri Ward | Year Posted 2011
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