How does one choose?
So many moments,
So much to awe and inspire;
A man selects one
To capture, to frame,
The un-capturable
Held in the myriad
Changes from breath
To indrawn breath
As nature sifts through
Her infinite palette
For the day’s adornment.

~ KJ Roe


First Light


River dances over stones,
Singing its ancient song as
Day awakens, stretching her arms
Through blankets of clouds,
Blushing prettily to be caught
In this early, tousled state,
Unaware her wild innocence
And dazzling tranquility
Inspire me to rise each morn.