Far off
Past the fields filled with snow
and dirt
and the residue from the harvest
Past the river
winding through the countryside
seemingly aimlessly
Past the tree lined river bed
that marks it’s path
through the fields
Past the small town
just east of here
small and quaint
nestled in the quiet earth
still asleep
There is where I see beauty
Streaming rays of beginning dawn
show on the horizon
clouds gilded with gold
others shimmering red
orange
yellow
As I watch the splendor
I am aware
acutely aware
God has graced me with one more day
In response to the daily prompt Horizon