Sometimes A Sunrise

Sometimes a Sunrise

Will light up the sky

As though the world were on fire.

Sometimes it bursts

With rays of the dawn

Leaping out from the dark horizon.

Sometimes a Sunrise

Presages a storm;

Vermilion splashed on the clouds.

Sometimes a Sunrise

Is just in my eye

And I can't really see where I'm going.....

Sunrise view from my back porch.

(The date stamp is correct, the time is not.)

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As the pre-dawn light

Rose behind me

I watched the pearlescent orb

Slowly evolve into a buttery

Disk blushing with rising pinkness

That intensified to red

And then magenta

As it met the mists

Of the horizon

Where it sank

Into the blue violet haze

Only to emerge briefly

As a faded grayish ghost of itself

Before being eaten

By the earth itself.

So went my morning commute.

The Rising and the Setting Eclipsed

This morning as I drove to work
I watched the setting moon
Eclipsed by earth's shadow
As it sank into the horizon

While in my rear view mirror
I at the same time saw
The glowing ball of orange sun
Rising out of the horizon

I was struck with wonder
At the beauty of the morning
While filled with thoughts
Of primitive man delving

Into the mystery that
Could only leave them wondering
If their world was ending
Only to be born again.

The Commute

Blank, staring faces;
Eyes straining in the light;
Hands glued, or drumming,
Or occupied with cell phone,
Coffee, makeup, cigarette,
Or reaching for kids
In their car seats.
Another morning rush-hour
Unfolds to honking horns
And weaving traffic
Because they left too late
To be on time.
It's too bad they can't see
The sunrise splashed
In orange and red and yellow
On the purple-blue of
Fading night,
Or see the hawk
Sitting on the power pole
Watching the madness
Expectantly as if there
Might be flushed a morsel
For his breakfast.
Another day begins.