weekend mornings

every weekend morning on the bay is like an ever changing painting.
it comes on slow in the darkness,
the faint blues appear on the horizon
and slowly,
slightly
lighten the sky.
the silhouettes on the beach start to appear.
the darker blues fade to the heavens
and the deep reds, oranges
begin to burn their way out.
the trees, the sea oats, the palms,
the occasional bird
take greater and more distinct form
as the sky ignites and back lights their presence.
flaming brilliantly
holding shape but still changing
waiting
for the sun
to arrive for the final act
of the morning.