OPTIMISM
Quietly it appears.
Poking holes in the
ebony gauze of the night.
iridescent fingers
splayed.
Reaching outward.
Streamers of orange
left in their wake.
The coming of daybreak.
The vibrance fading
to the soft luminous pink
of a shy child's
blushing cheek.
It flows forward
bringing innocence
opportunities untold.
What will you take
of these gifts of daybreak?
~~*Deb. Broad*~~
