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
