Favorite Poem

The morning's gray light offers true wonder With ribbons red from dawn to underscore Soft rays of light split the night asunder A new moons high tide comes rushing to shore Horizons are lines to measure man's sight The sun, a birthing glowing rising mass Will turn the sky red as it burns the night To etch an image on the ocean's glass And here he stands with some thoughts to discern The vastness of space while standing on Earth And finds how small his problems of concern Timeless questions never to understand Waves wash to shore another grain of sand 4/4/19