A Gift

The day was wholly cloudless.
The open sky was blue.
Dark clouds were far away.

In my mind it was a great day.
I knew that my people were near.

The beginning of each day is holy.
Moments like this are a gift.

I am close to the golden sun.
I find hope in the simplest of signs.

W. Wayne B.

Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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