Beginning In Splendor
Mist drapes and dawn rises
towards the beckoning day.
While standing still
you can see Aurora rise
to greet you capped
by a veil of sun.
The clouds seem alive
softened by a yellow haze
and the muse whispers softly
in the early morn.
I hold out my hand
in the fog
wishing for a spectrum
of color to appear.
Her finger visits
to brighten the sky
and all I can do
is wonder at her brilliance.
Sharon Rothenfluch Cooper
(c) October 2000
Published: Sound and Silence Magazine, Oct. 2002
