Sunrises

 

 

There is something about a sunrise

that draws me to the river. I never tire 

of the re-creation of the world that happens every day.

Dark clouds may hover, but gray becomes gilded

when the rose-gold sun envelops earth and sky 

in morning light.

 

I take pictures,

the same scene, time and time and time again:

stark trees etched on a multi-colored sky,

stretching skyward near this golden river, 

a trove of photos documenting the new day:

each daily renewal a reassuring album of hope.