May 2023
I dream of chilly dawns
When blue night meets gray springtime
The bite of a new season
Hazy
Like wine on my lips
A breathless newness
Where everything inhales
Holding it inside before the
Exhale
Of a new day
The deep breath before the plunge
A still silence
Not quite silver glass
Nor a golden daylight
But a nether in between
The empty
That comes from
Awaiting new things
When blue night meets gray springtime
The bite of a new season
Hazy
Like wine on my lips
A breathless newness
Where everything inhales
Holding it inside before the
Exhale
Of a new day
The deep breath before the plunge
A still silence
Not quite silver glass
Nor a golden daylight
But a nether in between
The empty
That comes from
Awaiting new things
This might just be a "me" poem. I can see the sunrise out the door at work every morning, and this was inspired by today. May 19th, 2023. I hope I remember it as a glistening silver before all the days of gold that lie ahead.
