Sunrise at Twin Sisters, Leila N., from Wikimedia Commons |
Today's wonder is sunrises. I inherited my dad's genes and morning is my favorite time of day. It's a holy time- the time I write, the time I pray and worship, the time I think. I started out writing a prayer poem, but it felt really hokey, and so I tried a second time. The metaphor that kept coming into my head was one of entering a theater, waiting for a play to begin. Not sure I quite got it, but here's today's draft.
"Sky Show"
each morning
I take my seat
for the show
theater is quiet
and then bird orchestra
peeps and cheeps
toward harmony
black fades to gray
and curtain begins to rise
burning orange yellow orb
tips horizon
infusing pale gray cloud ceiling
with blue pink lavender
Creator's glory
yellow light
is dragged
into sky
show is over
and a new day
begins.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2014
2 comments:
Lovely.
It feels good to write in the morning, doesn't it! All these weeks of coming home after school to write the day's or the next day's poem have been hard.
But we're almost there!
I was channeling you and just finished up an abecedarian cake poem for tomorrow!
Lovely, Carol. Such peaceful, thankful imagery.
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