Sun rising casts red against gray
Those wispy cobalt streaks
Trying to keep the sun at bay
While roosters crow across the creek
A jet leaves its exhaust behind
White against a blue sky
Such a clear blue this morn~magic
For poet's aging eyes
The clouds are supposed to bring rain
Water in the makin'
A dampness in the air surrounds
But out here joy in the takin'
Cocoon wrapped waits for metamorphosis
Surrounded by His love
As the clouds slowly change and move
Entertained from above
The mood disturbed by man's noise
Closed eyes against the world
The dove's voice begins to sooth
Then tires begin to whorl
As a bumblebee seeks a meal
Inside begonia's bud
The sun slowly slips up higher
Now in middled of sun's flood
Life's duties call out come inside
Where waits a flowing tide
Thank you, God, for time on the porch
For Your love in which I hide
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