November 17, 2017
Photo by Patrick Norberto
A Poem by Mark S. Peel
There is a special peace in the early morning,
a solitude of quiet purpose after the wakening.
The day breaks, flora, fauna and spirit refreshed,
the air warming to the daylight
in the brilliant red paint sky of sun rise.
This time of day speaks to me in its calmness,
its invitation to engage the natural order,
to resume the routine of the expected,
embrace the challenge of the unexpected,
even if a slight drizzle intervenes
or an overnight dew impedes.
It is the reason.