Crystal clear…dark, cold blue, indigo, yielding to a faint pale orange glow from the East;
City skyline twinkling in the distance, tall, proud, glass, the stately steel edifices of the captains of industry, lay dormant.
A bird chirping shrilly as the town crier of day break, urgently calling all to attention…yet who hears his call?
Sensuous warm glow flows upward caressing the dark indigo into a pale powder blue as it blushes the sky;
Ah the anticipation grows ever so.
The horizon is now on fire …smoldering tree tops with orange-yellow beams bursting through the black leafless branches;
A lone white vapor trail of a plane, a dot in a cloudless heaven, placed delicately in the last fleeting remnants of the indigo as if it were a tear drop signifying night's farewell;
Magnificent curvaceous orb of cherry-orange radiance bursts through the unflinching tree branches!
What Moses saw in that burning bush, here in front of me, what glory!
A new day…is coming.
A new day…is coming.
With awestruck wonder I gaze at thee and marvel what power created you…so perfect.
By Howard "SERGIO" Tucker
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