A brand new day knocks soft at my door,
Golden light spills across the floor.
Night folds up its velvet sky,
As sleepy stars wave their last goodbye.
The air feels fresh with quiet grace,
Hope wakes gently in every place.
Windows glow with amber hue,
Painting the world in shades of new.
Birdsong stitches the morning bright,
Threading courage into light.
Dreams once distant, faint, and far
Shimmer now like a waking star.
Yesterday’s doubts begin to fade,
Like footprints lost where shadows played.
In their place, a steady flame—
A whisper calling out my name.
Each breath I take, a chance to start,
With open hands and an open heart.
The road ahead, unworn, unknown,
Awaits the seeds that I have sown.
So I rise with the sun’s embrace,
Step into time at my own pace.
For wrapped in dawn’s soft golden ray
Lives the gift of a brand new day.
Thank-you for reading.
Brenda Marie
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Beautiful poetry of a new day, Brenda!
Thank-you
My pleasure, Brenda. 😍
Beautiful poetry. Filled with promise and also gratitude.
Thank-you
My pleasure.
What a beautiful way to start the day—or end one with gratitude! Your words feel like a gentle sunrise themselves, Brenda. The imagery of “birdsong stitching the morning bright” and “footprints lost where shadows played” is just stunning. You’ve captured that quiet, hopeful moment when yesterday’s weight lifts and anything feels possible. Thank you for this reminder that each morning really does arrive like a gift, wrapped in golden light. ✨🌅