Sunrise My Spring

I wake and rise and face the morn'
It is my finest hour
I stroll to fetch the daily word
The East gleams with His power

There is a beam, a golden crown
It rises with His promise
Another day to serve the Lord
Another blessing on us.

I turn and stop and drink it in
Giving thanks for life's renewal
The start of Spring's joy yet again
Heart warms with love's accrual

Spring's season is a brief quartern
For those with bearish mettle
But my return from nocturn's rest
Prays daily hope to settle

The days and weeks and years march on
Still hush my final mile
Till then each day is filled with hope
To live, to love, to smile

Copyright © 2010 by Marc Ernest Brodeur