poem

po•em (noun):  Something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty.

Sunrise, Tuesday morning.  Fall rains are coming, and clouds crowd the horizon in bands of  grey that soften the line between the silver ocean and the lightening sky.  Runners huff by me, oblivious to the otter rolling around out in the surf.  Someone practices tai chi on the lawn in front of the lighthouse, facing the rising sun, and a couple cuddles under a blanket far out on the rocky point, an audience for the event of today's beginning.

The burning edge of the sun appears between clouds and washes the sky and water orange.  The ocean shifts color every few minutes.  Those of us who have a regular exercise routine along this path greet each other, smiling and golden in the light.  A bull dog kicks up plumes of sand as he races down Dog Beach after a tennis ball.  Now the sun has cleared another band of cloud and sillouettes the pretty lighthouse building in a blinding ball of color.  Just after I turn and begin my return, the sun finally breaks over the cloud cover and I can feel the morning warming my back.  I walk on the heels of my shadow back toward my car to begin the rest of my day.

Comments

[corinna(from Oz)]

I throughly enjoy reading you blog anf your art work oh la la.....you give me inspiration thanks

[mbshaw]

I love this. Beautifully contemplative.