May 5

Sunday morning,
May sunshine
pours
through the windows.
Outside
there is a new
tenderness
to the air.
The breeze sings
in soft tones,
drawing us out,
urging us
to reach
for the sun.
Join the chorus
and sing.
This is a time
for birthing,
for growing
for beginnings.
This is a day to
be alive.

NaPoWriMo #27

Yesterday I stumbled
yesterday I forgot
yesterday I was imperfect

Fortunately
yesterday does not define me.

Today is new and fresh
and mine to fill
with joy

*Today is also Independent Bookstore Day. Please celebrate accordingly, and support your local, independent book shops.