Morning in Myrtle

This is a poem I wrote on one of the first mornings of my new life.  Sunbella is what I call the sun.  Bella in Spanish means beauty.

MORNING IN MYRTLE

Sunbella wakes early.

I do, too.

She casts a tropical rainbow

filling the horizon

to announce her coming --

turns the ocean indigo,

the sky burnt orange

and pineapple and turquoise.

Then the sky dims

to a murky gray,

knowing it is no match

for her glorious beauty.

She peeks above

the line at the edge of the world,

shooting up fast now.

Molten gold diva

with many looks --

half a succulent juicy orange

hot air balloon

celestial light bulb --

illuminating and energizing

the world

the ocean

the sand

my soul.

Sunbella is a dazzler.

The day begins.

Roni Blanche

@ 10/17/11