Wednesday, October 17, 2012

An hour past dawn

Crisp
black and white of the neighborhood opsrey
perched on a dead locust
gazing upon Creation

black and white
river meets mountain

hazy orange glow, ruby sourwoods
white pines hold blue green steady

His kind hands gently roll up the fleecy fog, making way
for Day.

1 comment:

Girl In An Apron said...

WOW! I was hoping to see this. Spot on! Just gorgeous. Especially that closing line. Thank you for sharing it!