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.



  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,

  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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