Variations, the slaty scarp now a pale yellow,
A rose-red precipice under a dawn sky
Fades into grey, the day gulps it’s caffeine.
Oh wondrous Light how you reveal new shades, new news,
Never the same. our dwellings too appear, doused in
Pastels, perched above life’s haze, on promontories
And bluffs; built to blend; strong, withstanding the wicked
Gales, though below most skies, a calm and prevailing
Paradise - so few troubles; relaxed Adirondacks, where
Chests take deep breaths, golden
sips of bourbon
Lube blissful conversation; and prompt appreciation
For surveying the sea coast where a distant
Steeple and Cross ever so gently call and
Beckon to hearts and minds seated under the Light.
Gary Edward Geraci
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