Poetry

Mountain Morning (#1318)

I can’t believe I’m watching the sunrise,
Watching the orange and purples paint the skies,
There just above the darkened mountain ridge,
A crack of golden fire peeks just a smidge,
The shadowy veil unravels as the sun rays arch,
Night becomes day on the sun’s eternal march,
Over the mountain valley, a golden blanket lay,
Providing warmth to the newly started day,
Such sights I very rarely upon get to gaze,
Mother Nature’s artistry will always amaze,
Into the distance, I continue to sit and stare,
Hot tea in hand, hugged by cold mountain air,

Any Thoughts?

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