They begin as promising points of light
peeking through thin dull morning clouds
Giving birth to endless motion breaking
the shields masking a new day’s miracles.
A bright slither begins to burn away
sky fragments slashing the horizon
like a hand shuttle through its warp
weaving original multihued tapestry.
Widening cracks confirm brighter tints
pastels appear mystical and erratic with
bold brush strokes the envy of Picasso
canvas patterns unimagined by mortals.
A day's first masterpiece fades slowly
for newer creations in morning portals.
I know you posted this yesterday but it perfectly describes the sunrise I witnessed today...It may be cold but nature has painted us the perfect morning... beautiful piece, my friend...
Dayum!!! I've painted this very morning...I've smelled and tasted them as well. I do love mornings and it's much better we,with someone you love, isn't it?
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Be safe,
Karen
Susan
Carole~
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Peace,
Dan
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.