Thanksgiving Day and my sweet black dog
wakes me just in time to see the miracle of
sunrise a stunning display of orange pink blue
on this morning, the dawn itself so ephemeral
that as I drift a moment or two, poof! the
brilliance has passed. Left with what could
be termed normal if such a word applies to
anything as miraculous as morning, I rise
to make my tea and the dogs go out into
the yard as if no magic has occurred.
