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.
How beautiful - both to see nature like that and to treasure your grand-daughter so..gave me a little slice of sunshine too..Jae
ReplyDeleteOh, what a light-filled poem and house. It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHa, ha, what a lovely feeling this poem left me with.. you can see each word of my comment smiling..
ReplyDeleteA beautiful scene, with plenty of expectation.
ReplyDeleteBright sunshine brings happiness just as the smiles on a child's face.
ReplyDeleteLovely feelings!!
I know just how you feel! The rush of natural wonder, the love of a grandchild. Life is good!
ReplyDeleteLovely! And I bet granddaughter can't wait to spend the day with her Gram.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive. I could taste the morning with you.
ReplyDeleteThat first verse just captured me...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteisn't that the truth... grandchildren are as heaven on earth.. love the quiet you captured at dawn...awesome 3ww
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery of the pale wintry dawn. Your poem creates a lovely sense of peace.
ReplyDelete"the pink wedge
ReplyDeleteof dawn."
Beautiful!
And beautiful to call your granddaughter sunrise ;-)