Night Surrenders the Sky to the Sun Ribbons of pink between the curve of two mountains. We sit waiting with sacred stillness Crows, dogs, roosters breathe below. "I like the clouds," he said, sipping coffee. The sky changes as we speak, Scarlet, then orange illuminate the ethereal palette transforming lightness to golden blaze. We look up, Our hearts full of the beauty no picture can hold. Enka, NC, 9/16/05