I caught the pink wedge
of dawn with my camera
this morning.
Our cold northern sky
was trying hard to evade
the sun
but, for a few minutes
it peeked through
with fiery eyes.
Then, the gray clouds
buckled back up
to the mountains.
But, it's okay
because, upstairs
my granddaughter
sleeps. I can't wait
for her to rise. I'll have
sunshine all day.
13 comments:
How beautiful - both to see nature like that and to treasure your grand-daughter so..gave me a little slice of sunshine too..Jae
Oh, what a light-filled poem and house. It's beautiful.
Ha, ha, what a lovely feeling this poem left me with.. you can see each word of my comment smiling..
A beautiful scene, with plenty of expectation.
Bright sunshine brings happiness just as the smiles on a child's face.
Lovely feelings!!
I know just how you feel! The rush of natural wonder, the love of a grandchild. Life is good!
Lovely! And I bet granddaughter can't wait to spend the day with her Gram.
Very descriptive. I could taste the morning with you.
That first verse just captured me...
I caught the pink wedge
of dawn with my camera
this morning.
...how beautiful!
What a wonderful, natural way to weave the words into a tender scene.
isn't that the truth... grandchildren are as heaven on earth.. love the quiet you captured at dawn...awesome 3ww
Beautiful imagery of the pale wintry dawn. Your poem creates a lovely sense of peace.
"the pink wedge
of dawn."
Beautiful!
And beautiful to call your granddaughter sunrise ;-)
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