fuzzied 3rd Hood

my third morning here in the Gardens

but, in rain and heavy skies,

my first sunrise and it has the glory

of a celebratory chapter in my waning life

brilliant folds of white and gold among

the purple, and, above, intense indigo

with Mt. Hood jagged beside the tallest

pine tree, except its north face fuzzied

by clouds severed as they drifted south

water droplet communities disunited

by granite

murky morning

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 murky morning with

the valley fog huddling in

tints of greenish gray

sunrise glorious

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sunrise glorious

not belonging to those who

awake to alarm

spell giving way

more yellow in this morning’s sky

pre-dawn indigo had a tinge of green

sunrise corals washed-out, muted

by hovering mist hinting with chill

that the freakish spell of unseasonable

warmth will again give way to March

to pinch too-early rhododendrons buds

blue promise

blue promise

of the twisting earth

as it gives rise to the sun

and the light of day

first of the year sunrise

 pale orange and muted gold

streak and tinge aqua morning

as purple-blue storm clouds

loom over eastern hills

and silhouetted Mt. Hood

glitter that is gold

only mount hood ghost-like on my horizon this morning

chill, pallid fog has muted the blue of portland’s west hills and pale

more distant cascade range

until flakes of burnished gold and snippets of vivid pink spurtle

like pinprick explosions of color to vouch for the coming of day

gray awaiting sunrise in october

gray haze between the hills

spread out and lingering

as though reluctant to rise

until touched by dawn’s warmth

laugh of the morning

outlandish smudge of dawn

like blackened orange

smeared at the distant horizon

more threatening than promising

the imminence of a new day

                        mjNordgren  9/26/2022   N

layered sunrise

thunderous blue cloudbank wedged upward by pink-purples

a tier of magenta and another of orange-gold

each layer succeeded by brighter rose-golds infused

with incipient sunlight,startling with promise

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from my foothill of the Coastal Range with Mt. Hood just awakening.

attention, please

windchimes tinkle in a gentle stirring of air

at the edge of the pine forest holding its breath to adore

the brightening golden intensity of sunrise

red sky in the morning

smoky red sky to the northeast

as though the mighty Columbia were hosting wildfires

but it is only – i hope – dawn

we’ve had fire near often enough in the past few years

to be wary of more and compassionate

towards all who suffer terror and loss and fire danger

rose-gold promise

streaked blue-purples

el Greco dramatic sky

gentleness hinted

by dawn’s warm rose

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sunrise and sunset are two promises made each day

sky change

gray nights without stars

layered gray mornings

but today’s dawn

brilliant orange and gold

rising sun heralded

by trumpets of color