Cool blue-grey vapour, earliest light;

Cloak of whispered anticipation

Heralding a daily rite:

Morning's arrival; dark's dissipation.

First rays have already kissed lands east, faraway,

Coursing across forests and fields,

While here, darkness holds stubborn sway,

Bleakly aware of its inevitable yield.

Distant, eastwards, dark curtains sway;

Horizon brightens: a soft, subtle hint.

Black retreats to indigo, cobalt, then grey;

Westward parabola: shade becomes tint.

As one, nature’s creatures, restive for the day,

Pause their stir, and silently bide.

Cresting the horizon, the sun breaks its way,

Painting red, gold and pink the cloud underside.

The orb quickly emerges; in a moment it bursts forth;

Gilding the landscape; first flutter of warmth

Matinal light spills over the earth;

In nascent day, another morning takes form.

Rich pinks and oranges meld into crisp blues and whites.

The world below bustles, awake, at the ready.

As the sun looks down, sends one final arc of bright,

Colourful encore to dawn’s sweet melody.