© 2006 by Robin Cravey

A new sun rises into the winter sky,

bathing the colorless towers in rosy expectation.

Below  the western height

the democratic city wakens.

In the valleys, dark shadows retreat

from the ascending regime of light.

Diurnal rhythm will now expand.

Come out of doors and look up

at this new day.

This is our season of hope

and work to ride this turning land

into the orbit of reason.