Seeing God

Fire red morning

Fire tipped mountain

rising into a startling blue sky

crisp air

nipping my fingers

the morning  breeze

stroking my face

mares, nibbling on my fingers

looking for one last trace of molasses 

after packer pellet ecstacy

the magic of trees

mysteriously turning

overnight

into wildly colored wonders

the sun kissing the sky

and light clouds

drifting

a mystery

perhaps angels in flight

it is time
to celebrate the madness,
the joy,

of seeing God
everywhere!