The Color of the Day.......Morning
Photography & Poem by Curtis Beaird
Between dawn and dusk lives the color of the day.
Before the edge of first light,
a light tinged with the tip of fiery orange,
comes the wave of a soft blush
washing over the blue canopy of a cloudless sky.
The damp earth turns away
offering the dancing glow of the next promising edge.
Shadows, long and strong, left by the dark
creep, then flee, as a gold glow shimmers along the shorelines way
then glistens silver through drops of dew.
Flashes of eternal fire reflect in brass and glass as the sun reveals itself,
filled with the energy of light
the power of life.
The soft warmth of an early yellow
slides up the face of a wall of pines.
The dim and ruddy bark,
it's rough and uneven glow
reminds of shadows gone and the bright soon on the way.
Pine needles in the night,
an inky blue by the glow of the moon
made fresh and green by the coming light.
Comes the color of the day......Morning
Copyright 2014, Curtis Beaird. All rights reserved.
