Apricot Sunset

Early evening burned in apricot

With the sun's disappearance

at the horizon.

Even the air is fragranced 

With newness.

Early buds on my maple

Baby plants searching for rain

Yearning for light

Make their entry 

Around my patio.

But the most remarkable newness

Is within me.

I've been years traveling around the sun

And I thought I had figured life out.

That, of course is a twisted notion.

I need new air to breathe.

New light in which to glory.

New opportunities to grow.

I need "NEW."

It's yet early to sit on my deck

And rejoice in spring

But I will peer out my windows

And find serenity in the 

Apricot sunset

And the joy of new life beginning.