|
Night Surrenders the Sky to the Sun
Ribbons of pink
between the curve
of two mountains.
We sit waiting
with sacred stillness
Crows, dogs, roosters breathe below.
"I like the clouds," he said, sipping coffee.
The sky changes as we speak,
Scarlet, then orange
illuminate the ethereal palette
transforming lightness to golden blaze.
We look up,
Our hearts full
of the beauty
no picture can hold.
Enka, NC, 9/16/05
|