The air is crisp and clear As the sun slowly rises. I witness the breaking of a new day. I check on my basket of blessings As if examining a bumper crop of gathered apples And find it full; Some small, some large, but All perfectly formed and Heaven sent. My heart gives thanks. I turn on the morning news And hear stories of the shriveled Falling leaves of other's lives And realize the value of the bounty In my basket of blessings. Feeling helpless, I pray for a short winter And the returning of brand new leaves to The trees that have been left bare, And examine the blessings in my basket For ones that I can share.
Barbara Aldrich has been a friend of Inspiration Peak for many years and often shares her poems in our Poetry Forum.
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