#WritcoPoemPrompt87
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic and virtues in it.
There is something in the air that just feels different,
The bud is finally opening into a rose flower,
I just hope in awe and in amusement,
The clouds are pregnant, I anticipate a shower.


© Isaac Jimoh Samuel