This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Colors of Dawn Morning chalks the firmament with color; pink against the rose-white sky that deepens into lilac-blue, as dawn breaks over Sunrise Mountain, and crowns the crest in glory. Is it winter or summer, spring or autumn? The difference in hue is subtle-- almost non-existent-- to my physical eyes, but not to those of my spirit. On the vernal equinox, I see the crown of glory ignite the peak in splendor, and I intone the Most Great Name of God. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |