I open my eyes, turn and
pull back the curtain, and there it is...
the new day we are given.
Out I go in nightgown and bare feet, carefully avoiding the gaze of so many tiny sparrows, still roosting beneath the eaves out back, who will remain in bed if no eyes peer at them, because then they are unseen .
The wet grass is chilly, slippery, good to know this moisture is showing up in the too dry time, now that September has arrived.
The colors of the sunrise salmon pink, bright orange, small stripes of violet, and an over layer of purple blue across the lightening night sky.
There is an arc of spattered cloud only above the sunrise, the rest of the sky smooth and clear .
As it changes as I stand there, ever changing quickly changing. Across these meadows, this forest, this small mountain range. All over the globe, across the universes , shift sweep swift change.
Out I go in nightgown and bare feet, carefully avoiding the gaze of so many tiny sparrows, still roosting beneath the eaves out back, who will remain in bed if no eyes peer at them, because then they are unseen .
The wet grass is chilly, slippery, good to know this moisture is showing up in the too dry time, now that September has arrived.
The colors of the sunrise salmon pink, bright orange, small stripes of violet, and an over layer of purple blue across the lightening night sky.
There is an arc of spattered cloud only above the sunrise, the rest of the sky smooth and clear .
As it changes as I stand there, ever changing quickly changing. Across these meadows, this forest, this small mountain range. All over the globe, across the universes , shift sweep swift change.
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