
the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.

the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.

the sun rises
down the valley:
peeking cautiously.

i stop, mid-run,
because this sunrise
will never repeat.

golden trumpet
lives up to its name
when sunrise strikes.


the sun rises
between the palm trees,
i see reflected

the one true sun
rises over the lake;
imposters abound