Visiting my dear friend, Storm, who lives near Sisters, Oregon this weekend. Her home has views of the Three Sisters Mountains as well a Mt. Jefferson. I was fortunate to be the first one up enjoying sunrise over the mountains with my journal and a cup of green tea.
Sunrise over Three Sisters Mountains
The stage is backlit pink,
a dusty pink.
Sunrise has a husky voice
like lovers up all night
surprised a new day is dawning.
The Sisters pull alpenglow over their shoulders
lighting every winkle of their wizen faces.
The pink light falls down over their bare breasts.
They are shouting now,
filling the landscape,
obliterating the horizon,
Shouting “get up and embrace this day
for it is precious!”