How lovely is the winter dawn! The gulls circle and glide High in the sky. The crows are not quite awake As they sit on the branches Of winter’s barren trees. The clouds are tinged with gray. Soon they will be transformed Into pink and rose As the sun begins its day’s journey. The thin crescent moon Shines down on me as if to say “I am new You can be too!” The clouds that only moments ago Framed that crescent Have dispersed And even as I watch I see more and more Of the clear blue sky. Yes, my soul feels fresh and new. On this beautiful winter morning May I too be clear and true!