She sits with her pop tart and coffee
as the sun rises lazily over the trees
laying down a soft orange haze
across the landscape.

Outside her window
the view takes on a magical hue
as inch by inch the golden glow
creeps across the water.

Even the pond scum glows
like emeralds on a bed of gold,
and the cat tails look like topaz
in the early morning light.

For this passing moment
she can let her troubles hang
like laundry on the line,
suspended in a far off place.

Even the broken down old truck
with its missing hub caps, cracked windshield,
and generous coat of rust
becomes but a shadow in the rising sun.

And as her fingers curl around her cup
feeling the soothing warmth,
she basks in this sense of peace
and lets herself enjoy a rare smile.

For it is moments like this 
when she remembers his warm embrace,
that all her troubles seem to mellow
and hurdles seem less insurmountable.

She sees his smile in the rising sun,
feels his soft caress in the gentle morning breeze 
and hears his whispered words
drifting through the rushes by the pond.

And that is when she knows
that no matter what the day will bring
when the magic of the sunrise fades,
it won’t be so bad... because he loves her.

april 2004
Janet Reid

  

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