The Morning Show

The cast of characters

Keep changing their clothes

The Clouds flip toile skirts

of pink, purple & blue

The Sea pulls her silks scarves

Of gold, white, silver

The Trees who have already

Flung their bold sweaters

of orange, red, yellow

for Winter’s quiet grays

Keep changing as well

in front of the mirror of sunrise,

readying for the show

of this NEW day

What color will I wear today

Having woken for this display?

Will I fit tightly into the drapes of dreary

Hiding from the world that most

desperately needs more love?

Or

Will I wrap up in the color of possibilities

Showing you my wonder, my joy?

Either way the show keeps going…

Please come find me

In the changing of clothes—

On stage in the improvisational dance

Back stage in the whirlwind of weary or

Above stage in the lighting,

In the luminaries of poetry

Together, I’m certain,

ANY color will be made

More magnificent magentas

More grateful golds

More bearable blues

In your company

Blessed be the Show🌅

*photography by Philip Hutcherson onmurdencove.com