Pink Morning...

Pink, behind grey clouds
meandering across the heavens;
puffs of cotton picking up the moisture
from yesterday's rains
The air is thick with it,
the humdity almost heavy
as droplets of water burst
with every step on the grass,
tiny explosions cascading
just inches from the ground
Blue hides also, peeking out
wondering if today he may play
Spider's web in crystalline glory;
diamonds tremble and cling
to the gossamer strands
lit like fiber optic filament
by the rising sun...
       05-04-10