Flaming star that rises new each morn,
These billion years forever has it been,
Yet we, mere mortal specks amid the dawn,
Still marvel, as if vision ne’er had seen.
It casts it’s tint of fire on the scene
So e’en when face is turned away to shade,
Alas before our eyes, mid vales of green,
The resting Adirondacks, black do fade.
Instead, the face of building, mere man-made
structure, in the light becomes a torch,
A sparkling light-washed stucco, a facade
To dazzle warmly, Fahrenheit can scorch.
Distant star aflame, life-giving beams,
Grace sunward wall with splash of yellow gleam.
Photo Friday: Yellow