Big Country Morn

Crystal blue, pale blue,

Powder blue morning,
Casting surreal
On the great canyoned sky,
Perfectly silent,
As a still life painting,
Yet true as true love
Gently wakes me ‘mid yawn.

Finely misted jet streams
Of cotton candy pinkling,
Golden yellow beamlets
Begin to dazzle and to whirl.
Cosmic beauty glorious,
Captured here forever,
In this pale blue morning,
At the breaking of this dawn.

My dreams are breaking gently,
Sunny side and over easy.
The giant ball of yolk is slipping
Neatly in the span.
The sizzle of the sky
Begins to glimmer now with color.
The horizon full tilt glorious,
This huge big country morn.

Great hush upon the glory,
Like a chubby cherub infant.
Peace enormous plentiful,
In natures silent treat.
No criticism sears in there,
Nor any retribution.
Sincere smile relinquishes every scar
Like spots on a growing fawn.

The largeness of the beauty
Tells me
Anything is possible.
The solitude fills the pastures
Saying, there is room to grow.
The quiet of this sunrise whispers,
Spread yourself out bigger.

Keep planting now
For time is ripe,
More than you can know.

Slowly the turn is coloring
The horizon's layers to golden,
The rosy streams now overhead,
The pale blue to the west.
Imperceptible movement
Affects my days forever,
Turning, softly turning,
Til tomorrow’s ever gone.

-jenn long