Picking Up Shiny Things

In Texas the sky is generous
as if to compensate for scrubby trees
and all those long, flat miles
that go from one barren place to the next.
Mornings become unveilings of rose
tinged landscapes that blossom
against a canvas of celestial blue.
In the quiet of sunrise, the day teeters
on the rim of possibility
and in my heart there are too many
words and pictures to contain.