To Come To Be

The sun arises
a glowing sphere of light
above the misty layers of clouds
in blends of white and blue and gold

Yet I notice
the rose colored hues
of early summer dawns
seem strangely gone
within the autumn of the year

as I wonder
are they somehow
held within
this glowing sphere?

until, in rainbow's subtle ways
a teardrop forms
one drop of moisture
that dares the interplay of light

Or is it merely that
we need to see
rose colors there
for them to come to be . . . ?

?Michaelette?

10/25/99
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