Monday, October 6, 2008

A Thin Line of Day

A thin line of day
Edges the eastern mountains --
Swelling molten gold.

Blushing pink, the sky
Awaits dawn's trumpet herald.
Nature holds its breath.

Rising from river,
Cool mist veils the blushing sky;
Cloaks the rising sun.

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Tammy said...

Wow. Beautiful pictures of the sunrise. The words just add to the magical quality.

Vicki Lane said...

Thanks, Tammy! The mornings are so beautiful and so subtly different that I have to restrain myself from posting a sunrise every day.

Anonymous said...

Don't try too hard to restrain yourself. The sunrises are wonderful; we're so wooded with close neighbors that no sunrise can be seen from our house. Sharing your view is a great way to start or end the day.

Lynne from Ga.

Vicki Lane said...

Thanks, Lynne, actually, I'm toying with the idea of of setting up another (another? are you crazy)blog with no words, just a picture of the morning sky every day for a year, begininng, maybe, on the winter solstice.