7:38 AM first light here
as the sun rises over distant pine tree tops,
brighten my mood
after many days of rain.

Now its quick spreading light shafts,
probing dark spaces,
strike my coffee cup
dazzle my eyes, penetrates
the dark rooms
with yellow white glory,
streaks across rutted fields,
glistens, flashing off old spots of ice,
tree shadows dance and retreat
as the sun, low on the horizon
begins its low arc way east.

This day after Christmas
is quiet now
as sun rays reach
the sparkling ribbon
clutter of yesterday.

Kent Bowker