Poetry. About hope on a gray morning.

The Earth was New

By Paul Klusman

The earth was new on a misty morn
The air was heavy and still
The sky so gray though sun was born
To a blush of green on the hill

The reign of winter was fading fast
Spring waited in the valley
The darkened season now at last
Shook off the frozen tally

Of days of toil of endless dread
Counting a painful toll
Of wanting hope where it may tread
As now the blushing knoll

The morning it lingered on this day
The sun was hidden still
Yet there in shadows began to play
Some heat against the chill

Though light was dim a cautious hope
Held out and did repair
The world anew as all awoke
To Heaven from Hell's despair