Today’s Sunrise

A gift it was,

Emblazoned against the eastern sky,

As this blue marble of an earth

Turned, turned, turned—ever so slowly

Toward its father sun. 

Emblazoned in a palette of ochre and cinnamon

With streaks of inner pecan shell,

Emblazoned in strokes of darker against lighter

And the clouds kneeling in rows facing the center’s glow.

Never again will this rising known as this turning

Come again, and

Never again will the challenge of this day return. 

--February 27, 2013