Morning Mist

By Jada Rice

Orange, purple, blue, and pink.
The sun's circular hourglass brings out its beauty.
It peeks behind the tall snow-covered hill on the left,
as if it were politely saying good morning.
I awake to its bright rays that nearly blind me.
Twinkling radiantly in the morning mist.
The mist sets a cold, dull day ahead,
but the sun sets a hot, bright one.
I tiredly get up and decide to gaze at it continuously.
During the evening the suns rays secretly whispered to me.
The whispering seemed to become more settled as the day maintained.
I didn't see the sun again until the morning mist.