It’s the day before

unreasonable, but real

intellect can’t overcome

nervous and worried, still

day bright, no clouds

yet I am anxious.

silly it seems on such

a glorious day

but I can’t escape the feelings

sunny and unseasonably warm the forecast suggests

yet the day brings tears and sadness

The world reacts to news and spoken intent

with anger, fear, sadness, reluctance, even a bit of caution

Why must it be so?

Crisp and clear the day promised

as the sun rose to a quiet, golden morn

The world quiet, sharing its wakening

creatures not yet moving

and a fresh, though light snow

Birds silent as we enter the trail

only sounds of people rushing

completing unknown errands

as the day dawns bright

and surprisingly warm