Waiting For The Twilight

I wanted to meet the Twilight,
to catch her unaware,
so I chose a perch in the apple tree
and waited for her there.

I listened to pick up
the sound of her passing,
my eyes looked for her everywhere;
the blue shadows danced
in the sun’s dying haze
and a playful breeze ruffled my hair.

And though I waited so patiently
I never did see her face:
Purple Twilight came silently,
slipping right by me,
and wrapped the day tenderly
in her embrace.

Shot III, E37, Crop, Ex-9                       Sunrise Sky MAR 13 2015 002

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The Face of God

My body protests the early hour but the light is beautiful, so I grab an old denim jacket, stick my feet into clogs, and venture outside to greet the unfolding day. The complete stillness, unbroken except by occasional bird song, wraps itself around me. “Breathe,” a voice whispers, “and look–see this newborn day which I have created for you.” I stand spellbound, awed by the miracle. Ribbons of color lace the sky and the rising sun lays down a sheet of hammered gold on the pond. It lasts minutes only before the radiance mellows into regular daylight . . . and that seems fitting. One can only gaze but briefly upon the face of God.

Sunrise Collage        Ribbet collage