A Poem: Golden Sunrise

The dawn ascends, a painter’s hand,

with hues of gold across the land.

The sun, a molten orb, begins to climb,

Painting the world in shades sublime.

The air, a crisp and frosty bite,

Reflects the sun, a dazzling light.

On snow-kissed field, a diamond dust,

Each flake a gem, in morning trust.

The trees, adorned in icy grace,

Stand stark against the golden space.

Their branches gleam, a shimmering sight,

Reflecting back the morning light.

The world awakes, in golden hue,

A breathtaking, wondrous view.

The sun’s embrace, a warm caress,

Inviting all to joy and blessedness.

-Elizabeth Proett