In hues that can’t be named,
A wordless shout of wonders
To call forth inner joy.
The weightless effervescence of spring dew
Bejewels silent landscapes.
Darkness recedes, as inches of possibility
Slowly shapes the sky.
An unvoiced call, an eye-for-ear substitution,
An imagined roaring clamor of yellows, oranges,
And energizing shades that tingle on the tongue
Tasting like today.
As I sifted through old photos, I came upon my sunrises folder from 2022, a small treasure-trove of beauty. I gift them here as reminders of that makes our world wonderful. (All photos are May-July, 2022)
