Slow Beginnings
By Don Iannone

Daybreak's red fire slowly spreads across the horizon,
Sunrise oranges and pinks paint
the lazy drifting clouds with playful laughter,
The birds' morning voices ring out with great passion,
awakening the tall slumbering oaks in the forest,
Life's miraculous beginnings are everywhere,
I sense my own new start,
whispering its way throughout my being,
Why rush the new day's fragile spirit
with too much expectation and clinging,
Paint slowly today's canvas and make it last.