what is it about a monday
the first of any week
or the first of any month
beckoning
with opportunity
a fresh slate to write upon
for me
a love affair
coming together as they do
today
tearing back the covers
pulling up the shade
peering out to see
newness
but for the briefest
of moments
disappointment flooding
exquisite fresh snow
of yesterday
thick on tree limbs
blanketing the landscape
now gone
driven rain falling sideways
determined to outdo
and erase
what was celebrated
just a day ago
but undeterred
reminded
frozen beauty suspended
by just a degree or two
dividing yesterday
from today
and in the turning of the page
feelings bursting forth
the picture outside my window
cannot erase
because today
starting afresh
the weather reminding
just a degree of change
can make all the difference
so here on a monday
this new day
a new month
stealing the thunder
taking the grayness of winter away
for starting over
a clean page
on which to live
to right the ship
to start again
for failure can nip at our heels
but we always
always
have a choice
all of us
and for me
a new day and a new month
beckoning