Somber Beauty

The slightest trace of pink
colored the curls of clouds
low over the ridge
just past the creek;
the least bit of light
leaking from a hidden rising.

Now, a descending sky
covers all the edges
until nothing is left
but a smooth, shiftless gray
with no hint of sun or shadow.

A damp stillness fills the air,
broken only by the sound of semi’s
coming over the rise west of Grant’s Repair.

Long blond seams of dormant grass
flinch in the wind
of the big trucks’ passing,
swing back into standing.

Bare branches sketch the horizon,
blend into the hazy blackness
of hills two miles away.

Even in the somberness
of a winter morning,
there is a calm beauty
in the forming of this new day,
a promise of grace
from its Maker.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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