Morning
Made beautiful
By cold, watery
Sunshine reflecting
Off trees, dew
Bright, glittering
Jewels
A lone hawk's squawk
Echoes
Breaking Winter's
Silence

I wrote this poem the other day when I was a little under the weather:

Some days I feel
I move in shadows,
A shadow of myself -
Who I am is concealed
Never revealed
I want to live my
Life in vibrant color!

Today with the sun shining bright and the air crisp I counter the poem above with this one just written:

Embrace self
All that has flowered,
Is flowering,
Or ever will flower,
Is grace,
Surrounded by grace,
Peace within