Waking
early
before the sun,
I’m
greeted by
pastel mares’ tails
drifting
across the
brightening sky.
They
deepen to rose,
announcing
presence
of the fiery
orb
hiding beneath the
purple
horizon.
First
a peek,
then a dome,
in
steady progress,
the faithful sun
ascends
to rule
another day.
You are my lamp, O Lord, and my God
lightens my darkness.
2
Sam. 22:29
Labels: poetry, Sunrise