Morning

As it comes out of its hiding place illuminating everything
misty glow, rays of the sun
green trees, looking beautiful
cheery, a new hue paints
a smile on my face.

Skies of blue, through the trees
through my eyes.
Falling hair frames my view
of blue, of green, of brown
unspoiled by grey.
I smile again.

© Utsa Seth, 2018