An emerging sun

lights up the sky – – –

colors

are a’changing,

our earth’s sun

on its way up to shine – – –

streaming

across woodlands

rising before it’s really known,

moving from blues to gold.

Oh ~

how the glory shines

as if some old Arkansas traveler

stops by signing the blues

then not really staying.

Morning light

moving downward into

deep hallows

filling

mighty earth’s shadowy ground

bathing

in such a

soft gentle light

it joins

air

dancing in a summertime warm.

Sometimes I find

it’s hope talking to me

on a sunshine morning’s

gentle rise.