The dead embers of the previous day,
Are illuminated anew.
Clouds reflecting the sun, are not in our way
They bring joy as we enjoy the morning brew
As the light grows, the clouds catch fire,
Allowing me hope for things to come.
My heartstrings sounding like a Lyre
I look forward to the days fun.
Gradually climbing, the sky grows darker, as
The sun begins to peek
From behind the trees, the sun is a marker
Finally the skies reveal the peace we seek.
Illuminating, revealing, inspiring our hearts.
Calming yet exciting, our day begin to start
"Clouds Catching Fire"
a sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©10/10/2021
All images original, taken at my house over the last 4 days.
