saskatchewan sunrise

Canola sunshine splashes across the earth in square yellow patches.

Birds fall upwards, pale fingernail clippings against a sheet of aluminum sky.

In the east, the night is rising, shredding shards of metal; beyond it, a second horizon—blue-gold majesty of dawn breaking.

Smell of damp-earth air.

Electric tingles.

Angels seem afoot.

A light shines, setting the stage from somewhere beyond, and then the clouds split entirely, making way for the cast of a glorious day.

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2 Comments

  1. July 20, 2009 at 4:36 pm

    Glory days….

    I have missed you, you holidaying: holy-daying….

    So I slip into whisper praise with you… because clouds always split.

    Carry Aiden to light shining places…
    Your soul shines too….

    All’s grace,
    Ann

  2. Pairie Chick said,

    July 31, 2009 at 9:40 pm

    neighbour… I picture you, across this canola field that stretches possibly from my house to yours… I see the same glory, I sing the same praise. Your words and your sight are beautiful.


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