I stood in fresh anticipation when
the early wind set out to flirt and tease;
she mussed my hair, fetched scent of dew, and then
my lungs were filled, kissed by a bracing breeze.
At last the blazing, crimson gleam appeared,
the underside of azure clouds were sprayed;
my heart aglow as now the dawning neared,
then amber shafts split faerie haze and played.

Such joy revealed at summit of the climb
for one who stands, to drink God’s grace alone;
the just reward for pain of former time,
ten days ago a breast was split and sewn.

Restart to life, let surgeons have their due,
so like the charm of each day born anew.