Fabric surnrise

I headed out of the house while the sky was still a muted gray.  There was a cool nip in the air, but it quickly disappeared as I picked up the pace.  I decided to conquer my first two miles within the neighborhood before I headed out on the main road.  I was waiting on the sun to catch up with me.

It was quiet.  So quiet that a solitary chirp could be held and analyzed.  Peacefully I pounded out step after step, enjoying the solitude of the run.  My breath began its familiar rhythm, moving in and out.  I couldn't see it.  The weather was too warm.

As I was coming up to my second mile, I began to notice the gradual changes in the sky.  Subtle but existent, the shadowed morning began to evolve.  As the colors awoke with the lifting sun, I witnessed the birth of a new day.

I stopped mid run to take this picture.

I watch you change the fabric

Fabric dark and silent lays

Lays across as sleeping canvas

Canvas waking with your rays

Up above me shadows moving

Moving slowly from my view

View is turning into grayness

Grayness turning into blue

Revealing light begins to dye it

It now boasts of pastel hues

Hues that deepen with the moments

Moments timing nature's cues

Then I feel you full and brilliant

Brilliant shines the breaking day

Day of sunlight now awakened

Awakened by your glowing way

Wrapped within your changing fabric

Fabric bright with beauty sewn

Sewn new colors displayed brightly

Brightly canvassed new day known