morning offering

Here comes the sun...

Brrrr....so cold in here, stumble down the steps bleary eyed-
Feel for the light switch, fingers numb- ahhhh, wait...  Here comes the sun
such a delicate glow 

Or is the glow from the inside fearlessly showing itself in this gentle light...?

Granny's rag balls, now high and blissful art in shine, in shadow, in morning.

Out my back door- see how the feathering white finery settles;
visible for just this occasion... for you Mom.

Too soon, long gone- beauty, magic in moments...
take care-