two sunrises, and one sunset

a sunrise of mist,
standing like cool spider webs,
while the washed out sky
burns pink and piercing new light.
later, a sunset of warmth,
as the day burns out.
the landscape has bleakened,
its trees barren and the hills
have gone to yellow grass.
the sun is an egg, sunnyside up
and running through the whites
of clouds in its recession to the west.
gradually, a gray sunrise,
teasing the uncommonly warm air,
and bringing with it a blushing horizon.
squirrels bound from tree limbs
as the light archs through the forest cathedral,
and morning papers curl in the dew.
within the brevity of a weekend
there is life enough to fill a page.

*of a recent trip to high point/greensboro/winston-salem