Cool Morning

In the faintest glow of early light,
a few stars show through
the thin wisps of high clouds
sifting the heavens from north to south.

The shapes of trees emerge
from their leavening base;
clear traces of branches and leaves
etch black against the faint color of sky.

I stand shirtless in this morning air,
chill tracing bare skin
in the beginning of this day,
heavy dew soaking my shoes.

I pray for peace and wisdom,
wish for longer time
to stand in this defining coolness,
watch the first hints of color
changing the long lines of lingering clouds
just above the ridge
from their dull dark heaviness
to the first tinge of lavender,
to the full rose of rising sun,
to gleaming white in the rousing light
that ends night’s slow gray passing.

H. Arnett
9/5/13

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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