The Promise of a New Song

With the first light
     the eager Mexican Ruellia
Sends forth
     many purple tubular flowers,
Like pretty horns
     in an orchestra's brass section,
          boldly trumpeting
               the start of the day.

     as day's light fades
          each horn reluctantly ceases
               and falls silently
                    to the ground,
Knowing the coda
     is near,
Bringing to a close
     not just to a day in a life,
          but to a life
                    in a day.

If you listen closely
     in the dark of night,
You can hear
     the next section tuning,
          always the promise
               of a new song
                    and a new day.

Lamentations 3:22-23

by J Alan R
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