New Day

New Day

I sit watching god’s creatures of the night,
fleeing from the ever-approaching dawn.
A bright orange and red haze caresses the horizon.

Beyond this is the sun.
Slowly ever so slowly rising above the edge of the earth:
to explode into an orange ball of fire.
Sending a red-river of shimmering light across the water,
now it is dawn.

I can hear the cries of a seagull as it gracefully glides by me.

In the water ducks swim around,

as the sun lights up the world.

It becomes morning,

it is dawn no more,

but a new day.



By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison