on the desert crashes into the day like a thousand demon drummers.
unobtrusively at first, a thin line of light on the horizon, then a fiery
rising, an overture of color.
birds who, predawn, chirped contentedly outside my window, chatter excitedly
as the flaming sky frames my mountain.
glowing proscenium arch separating the auditorium of life from the stage
of the Divine.
the now muted color dissolves into the blue of a cloudless day, echoing
my wonderment of existence.
I welcome you.
beauty assails my senses.
awaken me to yet another day, the gift of life. For that I am thankful.
Vi Jones (c)1999