This morning’s sun was neon
As
it hung there in the sky,
Not
quite pink and not quite orange,
Bringing
smiles to passersby.
When
you catch it as it’s rising,
You
have minutes, at the most,
To
enjoy that crazy color,
Which
demands you be engrossed.
Once
that magic moment passes
And
there’s daylight on the wing,
Only
those who caught that brilliance
Know
they didn’t miss a thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment