A salt-crusted sidewalk
A seagull cries
Walking toward water
Awaiting sunrise

Shaking off the darkness
Wiping away the sleep
Wading

The radiant sphere of golden light, rises over the mountain worn.
The flowering buds spreading wide and opening husk of yellow

A woven tapestry
of orange and red luminescence
sprawle d across a canvas
of purple velvet.
She hides behind a landscape
of mountains

High Spirits

I wake to see a sky smiling at me,
a mockingbird serenading a song...sardonically .

The sun's climbing above

Sweetly slanting tones bend through, each resplendent drop of dew,
peering through them life does too, assume a sweeter slant.

Vicars