A new sunrise ... 2021

 

(Sunrise across the San Francisco Bay, as seen from the SFO Marriott)

A new sun rises on my day

And burns the darkest night

A new leaf turns in my book

With the quill eager to write

 

A new tune comes across the breeze

From a lute that shed its dust

A new canvas ever so eager

For a bold stroke of the brush

 

The glass has held its wine

Awaiting the soothing sip

The mirage eluded for long

The parched, but deserving lip

 

I stand at this turn in the road

With my arms stretched to thee

Come, my friend, be my light

To start a life of glee