Sunrise

The shoreline spins its foamy
linens. Apricot swirls, where
light stirs in silken caramel,

weaves in overtures of rose.
Traces in bisque dip between
honey, drop near splashes

in chrome. Her bounty lifts
dripping amber. Her fingers
rise touching gold.

Her face gleams as she rests.
Content in the moment, for
once again,

she’s completed what she’d
started, over 4.5 billion years
ago.