A red ball sunrise
crests the last ridge
before Wathena,
emerging between the long dark branches
of the maple
at the east edge of the ditch bank
below the house.

A few thin blue streaks
stretch from south to north
while a darker bank of gray
begins to show its shape
along the northern horizon.

Whether this day brings you
rain or snow or sleet
or the brightest skies
you have ever seen,

I hope that it brings you good,
that you speak gently to those you love,
that strangers smile and nod
and that all you meet
find their day better for that moment of passing.

And when evening changes to night,
may you lie down in peace,
close your eyes with a satisfied sigh,
and have sweet dreams.

H. Arnett
2/28/14