Sunrise on Little Sunapee

Sunrise on Little Sunapee

Each morning
Everywhere
It gently, slowly appears
Over the eastern horizon
Glowing faintly at first
A mere hint
Of what is to come
As it begins to
Illuminate the receding night sky.

Hope appears in much the same manner
Nudges which are barely detected
Glimmers seen, then not
Little surges of excitement
Barely acknowledged
Fearing they are not real, will not last.

But as we wait
And watch
In the reverence of morning
As birds awaken
And chirp their greetings and
The mist races across 
The mirrored surface of the lake
A refreshing chill is offered by the morning breeze
As the faint glow expands,
An orange globe
Announces the day
The sky applauds with color
The clouds decorate the heavens
And it is
All reflected in the quiet of the resting lake

Hope can be found in each new day
As the fish jump for joy
The spillway bubbles its mirth and
The mist rises as the warming rays reach down.

Listen
Be still
Receive the message
Of the morning sky.