This poem was written a week or so ago about one morning in Myrtle Beach (my favorite place on earth) but after a early morning trip with one of my best friends to NYC to shoot sunrise pictures I decided to release it now …

sunrise

 Sunrise

Cold sand beneath my feet and a cool breeze on my skin that makes me

break into goose bumps down my arms as I sit on the beach

watching the horizon for any hint of light and color.

At first you can barely discern the lighter sky in the east.

It starts as a hint of light that subtly changes to purple and orange.

Another breeze kisses my cheek sending another chill through me as the

color then changes from a deep purple to a pinkish orange and

then to a deep orange to a bright orange to gold as the sun breaches the horizon.

The sun kisses the underside of the clouds it spreads shadows and color across them.

Now, above the horizon, it is a golden disk but the sky

is still painted with hues of pink, purple and mango as though a

painter took his brush to the sky.

As I sit and stare at the painting in the sky I

realized that I never snapped one picture …

-Colleen With a View