The fire is roaring
with a lush
wild energy
that plays on
every string in my body . . .
Life is about
to begin,
again;
with a bright
new day.
Across the bay
the sky opens up,
shy, hesitant
but resolute.
Clouds hold still;
there's a celstial awe
in the air . . .
as I wait
with an open heart
on morning
to whisper in
a good day.
-Kurt Kristensen
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