Rain and wind have washed the night,
the day comes boisterous, all gusts
and pent up clouds, released to romp
in blue, to stretch across the day
Grasses graced in gold and green
show silver sides before the wind,
and though it’s winter — many storms
to come before the spring —
the earth and sea both feel awake,
alert with life
I too can feel the ever present freshness
within, without — I too can be made new.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2019