Open Arms

I lay across the dawn
with folded arms
tracing the light of day

Only hues of grays and blues
my Ozark mountain hills
whispering melodies of praise

Light floods my day
bringing landscapes up close
colors pour through an open bright blue summer sky

Moving forward

Walking on
making it

and
knowing

I will always love you

Spending my days
searching for moments
just like these

Where we can hold
time
in wide outreached arms and open palms

and our spirits rising