Dawn mounted her golden throne
And called the souls of velvet petalled flowers
To shriek their envy
At the clouds
Bedecked in salmon gowns of lace
With purple trim
She spread her hands
And peaked between her orange fingers
To reach with glistening shards
To trace the outlines of the hills
And leave their afterglow
Etched in vivid silhouette
And the world stood still to watch
To fill the new day
With its electric buzz
And exuberant trill
Assured and serene she stood
To survey the rebirth of the world
To look down upon the newborn hues
Of revealed majesty;
Another mundane miracle,
And nodded her approval
From within the Heaven’s contented sighs.
This was a bit of a personification of the world and the heavens with no deity intended.
It was one of those magic mornings that make you stand speechless and stare. The sun was rising above the horizon to paint the clouds in vivid orange, red, purple, pink and yellow. The majesty was sublime.
The Earth was enveloped by the heavens and it radiated warmth.
I never tire of sunrises and sunsets. They are magical, mystical and moving. It’s the perfect birth or death.