Saturday, December 20, 2008

Poem: Red Sunrise

Red Sunrise

You wake to an angry red sky to the east
and remember the old tale
of sailors and warnings,
and for a moment, you contemplate
going inside for an umbrella or a coat
more suited to storms.

But you do not, and instead drive
the the ridge and dance
in defiance of wives tales and predictions,
fanciful imaginings that missed
the softness and strength in your soul,
and when you are done, you drive off

laughing at those who fear
the sunrise on such a morning,
who miss the beauty of the moment,
anticipating the storm.


The picture was taken near Daleville this morning. And despite the red sky, it was a shirtsleeve day, very un-Decemberish. You can click on the picture for a larger view.


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