Friday, February 16, 2024

The Lit Golden Open

All hail the dawn,

Harbinger of new

And open chance.


Get out there and go.


It lighted you up

Now a clear road calls.

Predators watch,

You speed by.


Reaping, passing

What you'd thought

Others had.


Swirled air behind you

Trees wave

In the Lit Golden Open

Nothing holds you back.