Monday, August 26, 2013

Morning Gold

Early Saturday morning, the sun boldly rose over the treeline 
just beyond the soccer field, spilling its golden, 
syrupy light across the field and into the streets beyond.
I first noticed the golden edges it created on a neighbor's house.
Across the street, the sunlight blanketed the mist
over the soccer field.

On such mornings, I stand in awe of the beauty. 
It's not that I'm enveloped by it so much as I feel as though 
I'm wading through a golden moment, enjoying
a privileged time; I am a mote in the universe and feel
happy to be bathed in its glow.

1 comment:

dive said...

Whooee, that's a yummy colour, Speedway. I join you in your awe.