Puffs of clouds red and pink break dawn
in the gap below Flea Mountain.
 
Clear soft blue seeps, sifts, wills its way,
plays and colors, charms the sky
out of repose, rouses yellow rays,
 
wakens birds who crease the air,
circle the cove, capture time
for spellbound eyes who praise
the privilege of another day to be alive.


© by Mary Ricketson.
Used with the author's permission.