A thin sleeve of sky opens its yaw,
scudding clouds 

climbing red shadows at the break of day. 
Morning lingers

coreopsis 
dancing in the wind, first light inspiring 

a hike into the canyon
a path descending to a clear mountain lake. 

And silver bracelets of light 
dance on the water, praising the skies enormity 

the wind, unstill, 
the dappled sun worn like a robe.