This morning, dawn played out
Against a pristine wind-scoured sky,
Shading from faint salmon
Along the horizon,
Stealing upward through
Layers of virginal white, champagne cream, and
Powder blue clouds,
The color growing deeper and
Deeper at the apogee
Climbing to true sky color,
And then
The sun appeared–
An ancient monarch rising so
All her earthly subjects rose as well–
Slate cloud banks near the horizon,
Her spreading wings
Amid regal roseate bands of
Atmosphere.
Dan Verner
February 12, 2016
Biscuit City 