Before the second sunrise crosses the horizon
While our earth’s golden star is covered by thick black clouds
A small window opens painting sky strands of pinks and golden yellow bands across the sky.
The sky cup waters lay like a sheet of steal
Heavy and ladden
Along Bear Hollow’s Point shorelines.
The winter forest green pines and evergreens
Wade into the waters
Deep and forever there
The deep greens sink
Into the blue-greys of day
And turn into something brand new . . .
If only for a short while we see them
but then in a blink of an eye, they are simply gone – – –
We try to hold on to
These beautiful moments
Hoping to find our way back home!