Land resting,
winter’s dormancy
this week
gray winter fog and clouds
have lifted—
and both sun and moon
glow strong
in the morning sky.
A muted landscape
was set against changing colors
as Earth rolled east
and passed sun.

Before sun appeared,
the western sky was layered
pink and blue
and moon, in its fullness,
hung high.
As the mammoth burning orb
was about to appear,
its light struck gold
the face of the white one.



Ascending from the land,
clouds in the east
turned pink and blue too.
The sun almost visible,
the curve of the prairie
grew dark
against the copper glow.
Thin lines of clouds
moved in to the golden light.


I am reminded of an Ann Zimmerman song,
“The Early Morning,”
from her album “Blue Wild Indigo.

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other.
The moon is my sister. The dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning. My sister, good night.