HighDesertMorn

The morning starts with 
a blush as though 
the buildings and mountains 
were both embarrassed by 
something said or done 
High gray clouds hover
like paparazzi poised to 
snap at the tiniest 
suggestion of rain and 
now as the sun
slowly stretches behind the 
eastern sky like a 
shy school boy raising 
his hand bathing windows 
with deep bright orange 
as though whatever secret
the buildings and mountains 
hide is hopelessly true