Today's Canvas

Cobalt blue framed naked trees

At dawn this morn as I stood in the breeze.

Then violet and pink spread all about

And, above, white and powder feathered throughout.

Then, as I stood and watched with wonder

An iridescent line of gold held me under

The spell of nature, as that familiar ball

Rose quietly, brightly over all.

The splendour reflected on the January snow

Filled me with awe as I watched, and now know

Though the dawn comes surely every day,

The colour is always born in a different way.

I guess that's why I like to see

The dawn - the canvas of the day to be.

©Joan Adams Burchell

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