Friday, April 1, 2016

Day 1 National Poetry Month: Each New Day

I don't know
how many sunrises I have seen
pinks, purples, and white-yellows
blending in the morning sky;
the day calling with possibility.

I don't know
how many times I have
looked up at the afternoon sky,
bright blue with clouds dancing,
settling into the rhythm of the day.

I don't know
how many sunsets have painted the earth
the sun resting on the horizon
hues of red, purple, and orange;
as the day begins to close.

I don't know
how many times I've looked up
at the ebony sky at night,
constellations dot the canvas;
as dreams replace reality.

I don't know
how many skies I have seen
in this wonderful lifetime
or how many more will follow
in moments yet to come.

I only know
I am grateful for each.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2016

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  1. I like this poem... I have thought these same things and am amazed for every day I am given to see them.

  2. This reminds me of AE Houseman's poem:

    II. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

    LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
    Is hung with bloom along the bough,
    And stands about the woodland ride
    Wearing white for Eastertide.

    Now, of my threescore years and ten, 5
    Twenty will not come again,
    And take from seventy springs a score,
    It only leaves me fifty more.

    And since to look at things in bloom
    Fifty springs are little room, 10
    About the woodlands I will go
    To see the cherry hung with snow.

  3. I hope your sunsets are as numerous as the leaves in fall.

  4. And I am grateful for you. Thank you for this reminder, Cathy! Happy National Poetry Month! xo


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