Poetry

In the early evening hours

The clouds catch the light

So bright and white you cannot stand

To look at them directly, or for too long.

But in the peripherals of my vision

I can see it on all sides.

Up, down, left, right.

It is a beacon burning bright

That lasts into the night –

The radiant glow of the moon

Illuminating the darkness

Like a lighthouse on the cliffs,

Sweeping its beam across the cold black sea

Until the warmth of morning comes once more

When the sun gloriously rises.

There’s a moment when you’re waiting for the night to end,

That you realize the sun is finally rising.

A muted morning blue washes over the darkness

As sunlight spills over everything.

The distant hills glow golden, bathed in a new day’s light.

The flowers unfold – turn their faces to the sun –

As the earth exhales with birdsong.

Breathe in the cool morning mist,

Feel the warmth on your skin as the sun climbs higher.

The world is awakening and you are here to behold it.