down the hill
over the train tracks
through the abandoned
farmer's market
parking lot
past last fall's crispy
refugees
follow the stark tree lines
right up to
those normally plain
windows
glimmering golden
like stained glass
with sunrise
painting every pane
on God's house
on the hill
Letting the dog out the front door early one morning last week , I was entranced by the sun rising.It's been so drab and gray this year . The light play on the windows of that church on the hill parallel from us was so wonderful .No photo could have done it justice.
