Freshness

I look out my window into the dawning day
into the grey fog holding back the sun and its ray.
A patch of green surrounds a yellowing tree.
The words of robins thrown back and forth
are met by sparrows, cardinals and crows
who interject unique sounds, peculiarly their own.
This is the beginning of a promise to be uncovered
the peeling away of night for the freshness of today
filled or fraught with pleasure and pain.

Thus we walk into the surprise of the unveiling day:
live the fog, the mist, the promise of discovery.
We wait like the tree set in the surrounding green
for the unfolding that arises before our awakening eyes.