Long golden fingers
Lightly touch crimson roses;
Blushing clouds move on.
The sun blinds me;
It throws tinsel on pepper trees,
Sparkles on flagstones,
Then warms my cheeks
When a cold wind chills my feet.
All life turns to this fire
Eager for light, for warmth, for comfort.
In the rustling leaves I ride the wind
Reaching for the unreachable.
Behind golden lids my soul dances.
unbuttoned or undone 
There really aren’t enough words to describe a sunrise. You have just provide a bunch more.
I and probably others have a love/hate relationship with a sunrise.
When I walk in the morning, it is so beautiful coming up above the horizon. You would think if you have seen one sunrise, you have seen them all. No, all are different. 🙂
But then when we are driving into town to do early morning shopping, that same sun is cursed because it is blinding our eyes. 😦
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We are fickle creatures! Thanks Meme
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This is wonderfully captured. I could have been there.
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Thank you kind sir. It was a beautiful morning, much needed after the wicked storm that lashed out.
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