Awe – Page 3 – Tamara, really

Bright

A full moon in an
Obscuring sky. All
Darkness but for
The brightness of
That moon. Is it a
Planet or a star?
Does it revolve or
Resolve the issue
Of a night of dark
Sky with a moon
As a guiding light?
Where does it lead?
Who will follow?

Luck

Lightning flash stops or pauses 
My heart as it pauses my tracks.
Lightning bounces off the metal.
Scaffold doesn't protect not even
From the wet. Draws lightning in
Pausing me in my path. Scary? Yes.
Lightning flashes come again. It's 
Not like the puddles I  can avoid.
Hear the boom and here it is again.
Lightning stops me in my tracks.
Yet I made it through. That's luck.

Marvel

It's time to look at the sky
And marvel. Or at the eyes
Of love or just of friendship 
For inspiration. Circumspection 
Is found around each corner.
Awe is found in every flower.
Wonder at what a day brings
Must make gratitude brim.
It's time for awe, inspiration,
For gratitude, for reflection

Looking up

You look up, as I have asked
You, dear reader, to and the
Roof lines caught in the sun
At midday are as wondrous
A sight as promised, giving
You, and me, a reason for
Joy and a moment of awe,
It is not yet dusk, the time
For true wonder, yet we see
The beauty in the diverse 
Lines of the buildings we 
Glimpse from a block afar
Such lucky walkers are we

A day unlike

There are no two alike 
I speak of whole days
Not mere snowflakes
Or, in the procedural
Vein, fingerprints, the
Very tip of which are
Said to be unique, no
Two like each other but
Each special from sun
Up to sundown, rising
And falling before a 
New day peaks from
Behind the moonrise or
Is it the setting moon
There are no two alike.
I speak of entire days.

Is it?

Is it that time again?
Have 365 days passed?
Will this be that night, 
That marks the past?

A toast is always proposed
At this time of year, so here's 
To hope and kindness, to our
Finding our best and being
Our best. Anticipate. Hope.

Balls drop in anticipation 
I'll take a celebratory lap
With all you young folks
Hope is a kind of celebration 
Kindness is a kind of hope

It is that time, again
365 days have passed 
This is the night when
We mark the passage
Tonight we celebrate

It is that time to watch 
The world stop to cheer
365 days have passed from
One year, onto the next

Happy times

I recall happy days
Remember good times
Record pleasant memories

I recoil from misery
Shun bad feelings
Rebuff irksome thoughts

Remember that glorious day?
Remind me, what did we eat?
Do you recall the sunset that evening?
The warm spring night,
The music?
The scent of lilacs?
Remember those glorious days?

Splendor

Theists would see the deity 
In every detail, and I would 
Concur. At least as far as the
Wonder. There is an aching 
Beauty in even the darkest
Day, that cries out loudly, 
Sees clearly, hopes fervently.
This is our moment of awe.
Every moment of every day.