Beginning Days

The first of days are fresh and cold
A winters morning with unsure footing
You look to see crystals in the air
New wonders everywhere

As days go by the light changes so
Warmth radiates and grasses grow
These are the days of settling enjoyment
And new seeds springing to new life

Basking glories amount to suns abundant life
Days of stretching and trying old ideas a new
Letting each one grow and ripen
In the warmth and humidity of matured expectation

Crisp and cool ideas with a sense of promise
Possibility assured by experience lived
Comfort found in a sense of timing
These are the seeds for the first day


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