Sunrise

The sun rises slowly.

As she bravely shows her majestic head,

she warms, first, the lowest and darkest parts of our landscape.

And, if I am present…if I pay attention, I can see the warmth build as it is accepted.

I can watch, and marvel, that the sensation becomes a living thing, all it’s own,

as she is joined in her efforts by those she has touched.

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