Silver mists of daylight breaking;
Hover o'er the city waking.
People yawning, stretching, making;
A new beginning . . . A new day.
The rising sun makes shadows creep;
Brightening everything still asleep.
No time left for counting sheep -
A new beginning . . . A new day.
Birds are singing to the new morning
On the grass, the dew is forming.
Night's dark chill is quickly warming;
A new beginning . . a new day.
Coffee perking, gently steaming;
Softly calls to those still dreaming.
Sunlight through the shade is streaming;
A new beginning . . . A new day.
About the Creator
Karen L Andreas
My lifelong dream was to be a photographer for National Geographic but life got in the way. Short stories and poetry were also subdued. But not anymore! My favorite photos are normal but abstract and stories to make you go Hmmmmm . . .
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