Sunrise. The clouds layered across the sky like scales remind me of the saying “red sky in morning, sailor take warning.” But I fear no rain.
It’s a new day.
The bare leaves broadcast the season of snow to come. Winter will have its due. But I fear no snow.
It’s a new day.
I may struggle to rise out of bed. Rheumatoid arthritis may pitbull-grip my aching joints. The dull dread of another maelstrom to face at work may overshadow me. No matter.
It’s a new day.
Every day I wake, I can say it again.
It’s a new day.
evening clouds
the first stars
still appear
for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Starting Over (posted by Susan)
Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Renewal #writephoto
Frank J. Tassone 
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