Sunday, October 23, 2011

Innocence Renewed

So fresh the morning
Cleansing rain of night
Still dripping from
Fiery Autumn leaves

Eyes tearing from
The sting of
Pure reflected sunlight
Bright, dewdrop diamonds

Delighted shivers rattle through
Feeling that the sins and grime
Of life are washed clean
In the baptism of an innocent new day

Ken Goree

Over and over, I feel chills through my soul, at the sight of a bright new morning.  

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