Morning Skies

Morning skies change.

Sun rises, a clear sky,
blue dome unmarred.
We ready ourselves for busyness.

Clouds enter, with wind-messengers.
Ah—
the dreary cloak suggests a day of nothing,
—be still,
—stop running.

Then, those sunrises,
undecided.
Deep swaths—
myriad colors defy the artist’s palette;
playfulness of color.

Shall we count color?
Yes. Let us try!

So begins the day—
autumnal sky in spring.

The vision makes this soul glad.

Of course, I dream of English garden roses,
warmer days, lighter clothes, sunlight kissing skin.
For now,
still beauty,
wonder—
the dance of clouds,
an ever wheeling sun.

Morning skies change.
Sometimes so do we.

Most days unfold for me,
they ask little.

With no expectations,
I ponder whom I’ll meet—
or not.

A soul met by chance may carry—
mind of Buddha,
heart of Jesus,
joy of Rūmī.

I try to remember:
pay attention to the mercurial morning sky,
how vast the tent,
how fleeting it is.

It?
Yes, my life.

And sometimes
I forget.

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About the Art

Title: “One Morning Sky”
Copyright: 2013/Reworked 2026
Artist: Lee Anne Morgan