Early in the morning
A bright yellow glowing ball
Rises from under floating
Red, purple and white clouds
Mixed in mist and blue skies
Over snow capped peaks
In the crevices of Mt Rainier
Promises of a nearly perfect
Cloudless spring day
Announcing softly to a visitor
It does not always rain in Seattle
A fact those of native birth
Try to keep hidden
From those just passing by
A celestial orb later in the day
Orbiting West to settle
In tranquility beneath a shadowed
wave in a vermilion sky
For Harold Knopf
Another day on his calendar
To sit and rusticate
In an easy rocker
On the front deck.
CHAPTER ONE
The first page of Night of the Cross
A detective novel
Looking for an agent
By Dandy