The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States
Red sky at morning is indicative
Of bad weather to come, so they say.
But oh, what beautiful sky scenes
Such reds, golds, and purples bring!
Who can lie still in bed
When beauty abounds?
Not me! No way!
Phone in hand
To the east
At a sunrise
That was so gorgeous
It took my breath away.
Everything was bathed in pink —
Houses, fences, trees, lawns, and more
Glowing a shimmery shade of rose.
Making me glad I was up to see it.
Note: Poetry form is a Double Reversed Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.