Daybreak

vanilla beam

Daybreak
Every day magic
ordinary wonder…

Clouds
cover the sky
in confused layers
and altitudes.

And yet,
in this chaos
of molten greys
winter sun
carves
a bright white spot,
shines sunbeams upwards
and points to
a creamy well
of luminous
optimism.

In an evanescent
twinkle
wrapped in
Mimosa yawns
and cooed
dove conversations,
a cool
iridescent cloud
edged in sweet tiny pink stitches,
waves
on his way
out of sight…

So
What is one to do
but smile and wave back?

 

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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13 Responses to Daybreak

  1. PapaBear says:

    You never cease to amaze me with the artistry of your words, Emm. C’est magnifique !!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. arjaybe says:

    Yes! Smile and wave back.-)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Suzanne Richmond says:

    Lovely!

    Like

  4. makagutu says:

    At daybreak is an opportunity to start a fresh. Repeat the mistakes of the previous day and to find joy in what is possible

    Like

  5. ceayr says:

    Poetic perfection.
    No one, but no one, does this like you, Em.

    Like

  6. john zande says:

    Indeed!

    We’ve just had a week of rain. Belting down rain, constant… yet today the sky is blue and the air is crisp.

    Liked by 1 person

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