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