When Each Morning

Each morning blossom fades.
I am waiting for a new opportunity.
I want to plant seeds in my heart’s garden.

As these flowers grow,
they spread a warm soft fragrance.
I work on my daily routine.

Someday tomorrow will be no stranger.
I structure my life today with love.
Words may fail me and the day will change.
Despite the fickle winds of fate,
tomorrow can bring good fortune.
I will find a renewed hope then.
I trust in my ability to spread His love.

W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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