The Morning Sky

                 

The morning sky never 

the same from day to day 

from hour to hour 

minute to minute

clouds drift leisurely by

or swiftly by, constantly 

changing shape and size

They can be white and

billowy or wispy, like

Angels wings on high

Sometimes like an 

artists rendering, darkly

shadowed with charcoal grey

or painted with a purple haze

The sun breaks through

with its brilliant orange

highlighting the grass 

glistening from dew

Giving light to the pasture,

the field, to neighborhood streets

Bringing a peaceful, prayerful 

moment. A reflection of hope;

and the start of another new day