Morning Sun at the Lake
by Ann Barnes
An early morning smile gently rises, removing the last remnants of darkness.
Ascending mist: a reminder of evening’s chill, tenderly engulfed in an ethereal embrace.
Dancing embers on the water’s surface swell in the flickering light.
Warmth slowly spreading its luminous wings, ready for flight.
Reminders of love that has shone before.
Rays never to be forgotten.