Roaming Frames

This is this morning’s sunrise reflected in our truck’s windows. I wrote a little poem for it:

Golden dawn on glass and steel,

Sunrise caught, surreal and real.

Painted fire on silver frame,

Nature’s art, untamed by name.

The car becomes a window deep,

Where skies awaken from night’s sleep.

Branches etched in amber light,

Silhouettes in bold delight.

Colors flare in fleeting dance,

A fiery, morning happenstance.

For just a moment, here it stays,

Then fades away as daylight plays.

Breathtaking glow, a silent thrill,

Captured there, but never still.