clouds tumbling over the mountains
as we look down from our high perch
atop an unnamed place,
the sun on its way we know
as the sky turns blue before our eyes
with some gusts of air
and few passing moments
the first ray appears,
a light pinking, glowing, shining forth from its source
illuminating all in its path
clouds tousle about
creating quite a scene
changing one moment to the next
for all those who’ve gathered
stand and stare
colors of peach then pink
catch the moving sums of moisture
hiding and revealing and hiding again
the mountains below
another ray appears…
April 15, 2013