There is no painting
Greater
Than the masterpiece of the morning sky.
The brushstrokes splash across the canvas of day
In luminescent color
Crimson, amber, violet and gold
On a pure, clean background of impetuous blue.
With each rising sun
Life awakens, hope beckons
The darkness is rolled away.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in The Villager, Jan.2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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