In late November
Above the Cook inlet
Between mountain’s ranges
Heavenly light makes its entrance
Spreading Hope for all souls to see
Always On Time ~ Sunrise
On some winter
Alaskan mornings
During nautical twilight
I sit, wait and watch the sky
Gray, white clouds
Reshape themselves
Gliding apart like smoke
From an unseen chimney
As civil twilight
Lights up the heavens
My heart anticipates
What is yet to be seen, color
With great assurance
The sun rises on time
Painting the sky, the clouds
The water, the ice before me
Happiness and glee
Spreads for all to see,
To receive and to believe
I then go to live out a dream
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