Nature poem. Short and sweet. Five minutes. Ready, set, go!
ODE TO SUN
And today the sun at every turn.
The sun over Seven-Mile Ridge at early dawn,
the sun defrosting the higher peaks with yellow light,
its warmth demystifying snow-white crevasses
across the face of the Black Mountains.
And oh the sun setting,
the sky folding into itself,
an afterbirth of pure azure;
the silhouette of rock-solid time.
I dreamed of powdered snow,
I dreamed of evergreens,
I dreamed of rum-kissed nights
and goose-down mornings,
I dreamed and dreamed
and when I woke
I was asleep.