Second Sunrise

This morning’s fireball sits on top of the eastern ridge

Renewing the sky once again outlining the bright white high clouds and jet trails

Dancing mist in strands of standup water evaporates up to the skies and fog begins to burn and roll up the hillsides

Sentry trees outline the northern side and are now backlit with sun glow

Light just now touches my wooden deck and then moves inside

Reflections of light make themselves at home and light up my bedroom’s back wall in shadow dancing

My morning’s respite and delight