New Again...

I found this poem in a book yesterday and it made me want to start where I stand.

How about you?

Somehow, while boughs were silver-brushed

And vespers hushed with stars

While the moon was a bark un-rushed

On midnight’s far-off bars

Somehow, before the lark awoke

And stoked the dark with praise

Or morning like a victor broke

Night’s yoke with Mercy's gaze

...while noise was shy and silence bold

And Time, a silk-wheeled train

Somehow twixt dusk and dawn the old

Became new once again

© Janet Martin

 Here it is, all shiny and new again; Today.