Ode To Anew Day
There comes a time when each new day
is an unexpected joy -
the yes, of yes I am alive.
My quilt covers against the chill breeze,
holds me for sweet moments
cocooning in my bed
before ring to a morning salutation.
Golden light washes the hillside,
splashes on tomatoes and summer squash,
on greening apples and ripening peach
on blackberries growing along the fence
and sunlight like a lover
has kissed the trees on their green lips -
its yellow body shining there.
Copyright © Allegra Silberstein | Year Posted 2019
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