Poetic Inspiration

Beginnings, by Sarah McBride

Clouds
of peachy shades

A chilly Breeze
weasels its way
through my thin
blue robe

The songs
of many birds
glaze over
the anticipation

Now look!
Over those yonder trees!
Two tiny pinpricks
of dazzling light
wink at me
through the branches
of the pines
beyond
the opposite shore

The sun rises
much more quickly
than I had imagined

I can see
the sun
peek over the pines

This is what
I have come for;
this hope-lifting miracle

So this
is how
beginnings feel