This Day Lives

through my open doorway the
dark blues of morning, I see,
the sounds of birds
and of the slow winds blowing;
a few cars pass by on the road
behind me as I sip on coffee
too hot to drink any faster;
life around me grows and as it
grows, I have less days to live,
and I wonder what I will miss
when the day finally arrives;
dark blues change to light
and more birds begin to sing,
letting us know this day lives
and to assume anymore would
be in the world of conjecture;
the heart of the day beats
boldly as if with great ease
and if it were to rain or snow
this day would still live on.

11Jul16