Slow is the sun rising on a January day.
It comes only briefly as if to say, “go back to bed, take a rest.
Then retreats back below the horizon to take a rest of its own.
But, while it’s here, alights on trees, the snow and sky.
Transforming surfaces into glittery reflections and thin air into rainbows.
Joyous reminders of God-breathed beauty and promises kept.
That hold fast our hope despite long winter days.
In due time, shadows lengthen, Spring awakens and rises anew.
A fresh set of wonders along with every morning dew.
The sun brings forth green grass, blooming trees and butterflies.
Then the sunset comes just as slow.