When “first light”
began to reach the eastern clouds
there was an explosion of pink
that spread before my eyes
that took my breath away.


As the clouds began to scatter
they turned to silver for a little while
and then they took on the color gold
that seemed even  more impressive
than the many streaks of silver.


When the rising sun became a fireball
much of the enchantment disappeared
and likely, the best  that it could do
was continue warming earth
and surely  that is not a simple fete.


“The best” of watching East  is often first
so I enjoy it while it lasts.


The solar honeymoon is frequent
for it returns and then returns
and then returns again.


We have so many second chances
offered by our amazing sky.

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