Early morning
when energy rises
like the sun slowly
spilling golden pink rays
nourishing the sleeping land with lightening sky,
back-lighting snow capped mountains
spreading magic over quilted prairies
be-jeweling lake countries
awakening treelined streets ~
homes just stirring inside all that silence
stirring into daylight with restless calm.
“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”
~ Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through it and Other Stories
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