Blood orange peering,
Cresting the liquid horizon.
Rolling out a crimson
Carpet on the water.
Red bouncing on wave,
Burning and snuffed,
Curling in the sand,
Rapt into every grain.
Concierge of a new day.
Resurrection.
Sunrise on Lake Michigan
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
When I started reading the poem I expected to see a line that goes as follows: As the sun slid down towards the horizon, doused by the chilly waters of Lake Michigan.
Never thought about the view from the southern tip of the upper peninsula. The anomalies of the geography of Michigan State. Just like one drives north when crossing from Windsor Ontario into Detroit Michigan.