[Scribbles] The Sunrise
The sunrise blazed the mountain's outline red,
her light flowing up back from the far plains
and rising to peaks only to crash down
in one red wave unassailable by
any thing, running through the land's fingers
and touching them with invisible hands
lighter than a breath against a rough cheek,
peeling away one grey layer for her.
Red layered the glowing white-blue darkness,
leaving behind pink and yellow, and green soldiers
to rule or to guard against her star's might.
This morning only the light was fire
and her touch soft as that breath for the girl
shivered though perhaps in heart's fulfillment
and so she turned to leave, her journey fast
ending and much nearer though she would note
the lives of swells of snow in light and shade.