By Cadence Cedars
Hues of pink and glistening gold
pierce the canvas of the sky,
softly unfurling through the clouds,
as the sun greets the waking earth,
whispering a warm hello.
A gentle song,
sung this early morning
by a chickadee,
mingling with the breeze.
The sky subtly shifts,
painting dreams in shadows
until the moment she rises—
her glimmering glow
drawing my gaze,
capturing my heart
in a stillness of contentment.
