The plateaus are dark
They stretch from left to right across the world
They march up to me with layered cadences
The sky cannot be described, but I will try
I want to make a record of this morning that is awakening before me
How many more will I be blessed to see….
We never really know do we?
So wait and watch for each one….
Make a note……
This is a limited portrait that my mortal vision can feebly absorb
I didn’t know that the sun liked pink blankets trimmed in gold
I was not surprised though, I know he is partial to all kinds of blue.
I stand on a small spot of earth, waiting to see his face
My breath is slow and foggy……My hands are toasty in my coat as I wait….
I can see him coming.
The sun peaks over my horizon with a bright eye as he raises his sleepy head
He rolls back his blankets of pink and gold, and I’m a little taken aback to see that there is a splash of purple lace hovering just below his face.
But I like the colors, and I nod to him in appreciation and awe.
He’s taking a little longer to wake up this morning than I’d like
I wish he’d hurry up and share some of his blankets with me
I can see that the plateaus and mountains are the first to receive his morning kisses and I feel no jealousy toward them….
They have been here a lot longer than me and have seen the sun in his many moods.
Sometimes they might not see him for days, when he’s hiding behind the sky
Maybe he’s a little down or just a little shy.
They still sit there though for millions of years and wait for him, knowing he will be back.
Not possessive in the least of what little sun kisses I steal from them
I am just a flower to them across their myriads of time
Blooming for a short season, out of sight and out of mind
I can see the edges of the light blankets frills creeping up to my feet
I take a step forward….Impatient to meet my friends touch.
To cuddle under the warm caress of rays that were born way before my time.
The lights fingers crawl up my body and I can feel the change
Like strolling through warm water or standing on the edge of a cliff
That tingling feeling you get in your knees, a butterfly in my gut.
My Sun is up, my breakfast is blue, My gold green earth has been born anew.
I raise my face to the sun, the plateaus and the sky.
A chilly tear with a hint of pink and gold trim caress my thankful eye.