WAKING 

I lay in huddled silence, 

My husband’s arm a fallen branch. 

The gentle rumbling of his slumber comforts me. 

The cold, dark room tries to sneak under the covers. 

I quietly roll over, peering outside. 

My bedroom window becomes a stage. 

Slowly, black curtains open to a gray entrance. 

Gray bows out to indigo, 

Indigo dramatically introduces violet, fuchsia, and rose. 

Coral clouds prepare the finale. 

Suddenly, gold reaches out, arms open wide - 

Imploring all to embrace another day. 

Everything is new.