Oct 30th
at first it's a whisper a shimmer a shadow tinges of deep magenta soak the cloak of dark that's held the earth's side in sleep then unassuming slowly waking unlike each morning before dawn stretches her pink and orange fingers of light across the sky bathing everything in an unearthy soft silky glow and I at my window take a moment from my morning from the day and the thoughts that now race unbridled never seeming to cease the busy-ness which has become my life -- is forced to sit in the corner and appreciate God's good gift that everyday is a new day and this beauty that I see before me is His handy-work a refection of His light, His life is greatness and my smallness and as the morning fades from pink to yellow to frozen blue hues and the rush and clutter come running back in like a broken damn that could only hold onto this precious moment for a short few moments I will try to carry this in my heart ~ for this day, till the sun sets my eyes close and I wake tomorrow ...