Early this morning, the grey sky

With lighter and darker greys,

Faint sunlight between and delicate lavenders also.

Blue greys in delicate strokes,

And swashes of mauve grey reflected on the bay.                                                          

So bright that sky, in late August,

I gasped at it,

Stood there hardly moving.

Breathing deeply, and wanting

It to not die away.

And, now, as evening arrives,

I gaze across the bay.

The sun fiery over the ocean,

Luminous in its arcing path to the sea.

Rich in color, pulsating,

Breathing fire.

We are held in it, and we smile.