A Glimpse and a Promise

Dawn is breaking but it is still dark
I can barely see as I clear my path
Of snails bent on suicide.
The sky slowly lightens to steel.
Clouds layered in flattened dragon puffs
Move east slower than my snails.
Will the sun, this troubled spring sun
Beleaguered and harassed by bitter rains, show up?

Time moves as I stand
Focused on changes in the light
… And it comes.
A faint pink glows on the edge of a cloud
Followed by a lavender ribbon to wrap it up.
But the sun has other ideas;
He has little time
And even less room to maneuver.

He flashes a brilliant crimson beam
And brushes me with it
A fleeting embrace, a sweet taste of love,
The briefest of kisses.
The houses on the hill blush.
Then he is gone.

But he said he would return.

snails

Photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bayonnebirder/3904046700

 

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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13 Responses to A Glimpse and a Promise

  1. makagutu says:

    I can visualize the sun you paint. From my window the clouds seem to be reigning supreme!
    Have a brilliant day

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  2. john zande says:

    Stunning, Em, simply stunning! If there were such a position you’d surely be the chosen publicist of all the elements, above and below.

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  3. Lovely, lovely, lovely

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  4. Il est ici aujourd’hui.
    Demain il revient a la Med.
    Tu as bien mangé?
    Les escargots ont l’air delicieux!

    Petite histoire magique!

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    • emmylgant says:

      Ah! Cela explique tout!
      Je ne mange pas les escargots
      Sauf les bigorneaux.
      Ils emportent partout
      Leur “pixie dust”
      Ce qui explique tout…

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  5. PapaBear says:

    Not sure if the sun was teasing you…, or you were teasing the sun. Sounds like someone’s a winner either way. Thanks for a fresh fun read today, Emm.
    Paul

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