In the Silence of the morn
my picture window does a splendid scene adorn.
Reflections of red, yellow, and gold
the suns jewel like glory does unfold.
Admiring rays shine toward the west
with accepting gratitude the trees do not protest.
Rolling hills grab the early light, which allows
fall’s magnificence to rise and take flight.
Feeling rich, as the richest King
this wondrous display catapults my heart to sing.
Richard J. Long, October 2009