The Verge of Something New...

 These 'angel-clouds' caught my eye this morning!

Out past this sweep of what has been

Of morning, noon and night

The verge of something new begins

In wisps of pink and white

…and though we pour our coffee

Just like many mornings cast

And though we know with our eyes closed

That yesterday is past

And though time’s sequence is the same

Since that first day began

And everything that it may claim

Is common unto man

Of need and greed; sickness and health

Of Ageless Truth and lies

Of double-minded fickleness

And silence of the wise

Of scattered seeds and harvest-time

Of humbleness and pride

Of life’s four-season paradigm

And want unsatisfied

Of crumbs beneath the table

Where the wealthy break their bread

Of doing what we’re able

Ere the evening sky is red

And knowing morning, noon and night

Like waves from heaven’s sea

Must gratify the appetite

Of what is yet to be

And though the morning breaks each morn

Across earth’s slumb’ring shore

The verge of something new is born

...Today; like none before

© Janet Martin