Morning Gold

I left the night in despair,

only to awake aware,

that the young morning seemed anew.

The amber glow bathed the day,

promising that I may now,

finally,

stand a chance.

Branches frozen still in life,

the earth around it covered white,

steam giving itself to the winter glow.

We wake together each new dawn,

hope perspires from our dreams,

And we face our future as it was always meant to be.

Saturated in the morning gold.

It's been a while.