On Display

The rising sun is on display

For anyone to see

Though few are out to notice –

Just the lucky ones, like me.

 

The past few days I can’t describe

Its color – like a mix

Of neon pink and orange-red,

A hue that does transfix.

 

It hangs there in the sky like that

For minutes, that is all –

A glowing and transcendent orb,

An incandescent ball.

 

Yet as it inches upward,

All that color changes fast.

Such beauty overpowers;

Seems it isn’t meant to last.

 

The folks who show up later,

When the sun has drifted high,

Do not realize what they’ve missed

By letting magic pass them by.