Day Sixty Three: 24th September 2012

THE SUN

The sun’s rays slip gently over the horizon, beckoning,
And the velvet black sky becomes a honey orange, sticky,
And a cool breeze blows away the night’s debris, swirling,
And I sit watching, waiting for a new day to unfold.

The Sun: Pastel on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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