On Display
The rising sun is on display
For anyone to see
Though few are out to notice –
Just the lucky ones, like me.
The past few days I can’t describe
Its color – like a mix
Of neon pink and orange-red,
A hue that does transfix.
It hangs there in the sky like that
For minutes, that is all –
A glowing and transcendent orb,
An incandescent ball.
Yet as it inches upward,
All that color changes fast.
Such beauty overpowers;
Seems it isn’t meant to last.
The folks who show up later,
When the sun has drifted high,
Do not realize what they’ve missed
By letting magic pass them by.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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