The just risen sun stretches – rays
reaching over and through the trees
to touch the misty valley floor.
The magic hour just after the sunrise
where the daylight is a soft, warm orange.
I try to resist but grab my camera and jump out.
I run over to the moist web filled hill.
I smile as I look into my lens.
An ancient tree frames the left side
and an antique fence leads you through the field
into the line of trees that cover the base of the mountains.
The sun, an early morning orange haze
reflects in the fog covered grass. Rays stretch
across the sky and through the field to say
hello.