RHODODENDRON MORNING

This morning from my keyboard, the valley is bathed in early day, gold cast sun, as distant green glows bright from between shadowed boles and evergreens. When light is cascaded throughout it’s way distance separates. There is a near, there is a far.

 Now clouds have enveloped, flattened. Far is lost as near is clear. Gone the special distant morning dear. Smaller my world is to me! 

As I look out the window the rhododendron blooms, heat shortened, but lovely still. So cold in winter it’s look, now proclaiming it is late spring.