It's just water vapor
in the sky
reflecting sunlight
as our side of the earth
turns again toward
our local star;
and stately oaks
greeting the sun's "arrival"
cast in two-dimensional
silhouette
against the lightening
cyclorama
of the morning skyscape.
That's all it is.
But the bruised hues
of this daily performance
are never tiresome.
They are always
beautiful,
breath-taking,
heart-swelling,
peace-inducing.
Taken 10 November 2011, from my front yard.
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