Sun Slip

Twice a day I am bathed in a
Soft glow of blues or golden-yellows
Sometimes the sun slips with fantastic fuchsias
And I’ve never seen more variations of orange
...Unless you count every single leaf I saw
Falling in the autumn sky, or
Desert sands and stones as they soak in
Spring raindrops as those drops of sky
Mix with Earth causing the surface to burst with life
There is beauty between day and night,
When winter greets summer
Sky touches Earth
Where we celebrate differences between me and you.

by Janis Ann Taylor on Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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