The Life of a Day

sun burst   This day dawned fresh and new, a welcome surprise given the humid heaviness of yesterday.  How wonderful…a near perfect day, I thought as I sipped my coffee…a good day to post a poem about “Spring mornings” on my blog. Retrieving my favorite collection of poems (Good Poems chosen by Garrison Keiller) from by bookshelf, I came across this little gem! Read it slowly, let its message soak in. I’ve done just that and I’m soaking up all this day has to offer, but when tomorrow comes along with something different…perhaps grey skies, or oppressive heat, I plan to meet it with full appreciation of it’s “one-of-a-kind” offer to me. Each day is to be treasured…this I know to be true.

The Life of a Day


Tom Hennen

Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has

its own personality quirks which can easily be seen

if you look closely.  But there are so few days as

compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it

would be surprising if a day were not a hundred

times more interesting than most people.  But

usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless

they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red

maple trees and hazy sunlight, of if they are grimly

awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost

traveler and bunches of cattle.  For some reason

we like to see days pass, even though most of us

claim we don’t want to reach our last one for a

long time.  We examine each day before us with

barely a glance and say, no, this isn’t one I’ve been

looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for

the next, when, we are convinced, our lives wil

start for real.

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