Morning clouds
On the horizon
Edges glowing
With shades of
Pinks and reds
Colors expanding
Until simple lines
Miraculously
Transform into
A beautiful sphere
Daily rising
Over the horizon-
Though colors
And brilliance
May vary-
A simple sunrise
Taken for granted
Until its hues
Can no longer
Be ignored
The blending of
Color and light
Begging for, while
At the same time,
Defying description
Leaving behind tiny
Traces of evidence
Imprinted on
The memory of this
Fortunate witness
β€ Running Late π
Kelley,
Lovely poem. I especially like the ending,
Leaving behind tiny
Traces of evidence
Imprinted on
The memory of this
Fortunate witness
This is full of gratitude. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you. π
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