Sunrise Stories

I saw the light born and reborn this morning. From dark sea and dim horizon came a holy glow,A signal that night's rule was ending;A first, tentative announcement that light and life would indeed return from the underworld. That first dim glow grew brighter, and my heart quickened,Delighting in the light, celebrating the warmth and brightness that soon would be. Then it happened.In an instant, the edge of the Sun,The tip...

The Sheriff and his two Deputies along with the man called Carpenter and a Franciscan Monk named Brother Sebastian trudged up the hill to the entrance to the old Delgatto mine. The full moon provided enough light to illuminate their path, not that Carpenter and the Monk needed it, but they slowed their pace and walked behind the lawmen to give the illusion that their vision was hampered by the darkness.When they reached t...

Styles rode at a breakneck speed toward the old Delgatto mine because he knew that a posse was forming and would soon give chase. The mine entrance was on top of a hill and there was only one road leading up to it. From this vantage point, he could see if anyone tried to approach.He remembered seeing it when he first visited Springwood. Due to its location and the fact that the entrance faced to the East he knew it would...

Striated banding brews patch work stripes; not a devil's work of art kissing heavens hues, but brush strokes and swipes; an appealing palette a la carte. Pinks, reds, greys and blues; another new day strikes, spawning a fresh start painted by my muse, removing darkened spikes. Her canvas always warms my heart.

Two ravens in the sky, flying wing to wing.Eastward bound, a caw, caw, song they sing. As the pink begins to appear against the blue.A wash of happiness, gracing my face anew. Days dawning brings brilliant expectation.Filling one's heart with warm anticipation. Today being another to live and love.Thankful again, the ground to be above. The wonders of nature, never do get old.Her majesty, always something to behold. Feath...

Dark morning clouds filled with smoke.Horizon appearing to cough and choke. Outside edges lined in crimson flame.Looks like the devil is at work again. The sky on fire, alight with embers.Hanging like bright red suspenders. Spikes streaking high, as if leavened. Spreading hell fire across the heavens. Strange this beauty, the devil's design.Clinkers scattered from his fork, divine. These sights that nature constantly shar...