winter sunrise

Maybe I'm looking at the world
Through rose-colored glasses.
Or maybe that's the sunrise,
Bathing the world in wonderful winter light-
Inspiration and hope.

Sunbeams pierce the bitter cold,
Casting color over barren fields
And empty trees.
Refreshment and renewal
Of a season faded-
Possibility of a day ahead.

Most are not awake to see,
To wonder at
This lovely new perspective-
The weary land made beautiful.
And there's something almost healing,
Maybe divine,
In the winter morning sun.