sunrise
fiery sky
molten clouds roiling
orange
like lava freed from its earth grave
in a moment I will go and drink in the beauty
the fire is gone
pale pink shimmers against deepening blue
a sky still beautiful
paling
in a moment I will go out
sit on the porch
sip my coffee
and marvel
clouds gather in an indifferent sky
the sun hides
hinting only at its presence
the moment is gone
so quickly
sometimes we have to remember
to catch the joy as it flies (Blake)
each moment is precious
and too quickly
gone
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